Jesus doen't exist here anymore.
I'm perfectly fine with that.
There was a thin line of his presence
a thin line of fantasy
Questions are provoked and my mind feels numb.
The bible numbs and dumbs me.
Seriously though,
Who thought this shit up?
Talking snake, pregnant virgin,
zombie Jesus.
Manifestations are actually faith.
Believe in it enough,
energy is created,
energy then will destroy.
Yet the Spanish heritage of Catholicism runs in my veins,
and the beliefs are merely superstition's.
A way of coping
a way of healing.
But like vampires,
witches, and Indigo children,
Something must've stirred up these beings
something was created to start it all.
Fiction and non-fiction are lovers,
and reality today,
is their bastard child
we live in now.
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