Pico de Orizaba

Pico de Orizaba
Taken from Huatusco, Veracruz, the closest town to Margarita's family's ranch.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Golgotha Primal Scream silent for the moment...

Blood as water
What once was your life fluid, what it meant to be you,
Drained, as butchers drain cows and pigs and goats and chickens...

Humans not for human consumption...
Perspectives... 

we consume ourselves

we consume others...
Humans butchering Humans

Some believe... only the terrorists
No one else...
The Romans
Never brought to "justice"

What happened in London? In Portland?

Smart bombs
And millions of tons of missiles
Aren't knives or hatchets 

or vans driven into crowds...
No horror, no terror
Political and clean; lazer-guided missiles

Christ purified Golgotha
Cleansed our brains of horrifying memories
A brainwashing...

There weren't hundreds or thousands of bodies...
Decaying on a hill...
Just the 3 Marys and Jesus

Terrorism, brutality, horror
Once unpardonable
Sanctified
The only miracle to which you'll believe...

If we believe in Christ, we can't terrorize
If we worship his horrorfying crucifixion,
No other crucifixion can exist
Just as there is only one God...

The Romans cleansed themselves and history...
1700 year legacy of exhoneration of the henous

Pigs lapping up a never ending puddle of blood...


This time, your blood drained
Nurturing pigs
Pigs nurturing humans
Nurturing your captors, your mutilators, your assassins...
In the end, your blood seeps into the earth like water
what wasn't pooled and lapped up by pigs...
your body decomposes
nurturing... nurturing...
nurturing...

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