I saw Jesus hanging at the mall the other day
His brown skin glistened in the hot sun
And his long hair was hanging down low
I didn't recognize him right away
Because his face had anger plastered to it
Rather than the soft smile that I'm used to
He looked righteously fucking pissed
And he seemed like he was thinking pretty hard
Although I could not tell what he was thinking about
The holes in his hands were visible
But they didn't bleed or leak that holy blood
He felt no pain
He wore tight blue jeans and a leather jacket
And dark sunglasses to cover up both his holy eyes
He could still remember the nails
And the way they pierced him
And I wanted to know more
So, I walked up to where he was standing
And started talking to him
Hoping that he would answer any question I had
About anything that I could think of
Like life or the universe or anything in between
Or even maybe what the future may hold for me
He knows just what it's like to be forsaken
So, I went to him
And I asked him all my questions
And he sure had a lot to say about them:
"Let me tell you some things about the world
It'll fuck you harder than a high-priced whore
And most of the miserable people living on it couldn't give a fuck less
About any person besides themselves
And none of them care enough about anyone else
To clothe the poor
Or to heal the broken, beaten, and damned
Or feed those that are hungry
Or lift up all the downtrodden
Or put on a fucking mask
Protecting others
You elect heretics to lead you
Using my name in vain
And also using the name of my father in vain
God blesses no one
Who dares use his name for just their political gain
Or pandering to the strawmen
And that's why Pure Flix
Is a bunch of bullshit
I died for the sins of man
And man has done nothing to repay me
For man is a selfish and arrogant species
Man continues to live in sin
Man hates other men for colors
Man hates other men for preferences
Man continues to hate man for no reason
And sins for fun
To hate is sin
And man hates skin color
Which is beyond petty
And man hates for gender identity and sexual orientation
Because man is an insecure creature
And man feels the need to hate that which is different from him
I don't understand why man hates and fears differences
Especially since I died so man could stop the hatred
But mankind still has a filthy soul
You can clean man's dirty face, but not its soul
Man doesn't want a clean soul
Man would rather live in hate and fear and sin
I take issue with the people
That say I am white
Even though I was born in Bethlehem
And there's no way I could be white
It's all a lie for racism
People use my name to denounce peaceful protesters
Do they not know me?
I protested more times than I could feasibly count
I flipped tables over in a corrupt church
And, hell, I even chased men with whips to get my point made
I would be at the front of protests
Demanding recognition that black lives matter
For all men are equal
And I would destroy to make it known
I was both a martyr and a savior
But man, only paying attention to a fucking book
Didn't care
They just kept on living in sin
They kept on gaining more slaves
And they kept hating each other
For only the pettiest of reasons
All while claiming that the book about me was their favorite book
Even though they've clearly never read it before
They'll corrupt their souls
Without realizing that the book they love so much
Was written by men with their own agendas
But they've been indoctrinated into believing that thinking for themselves is pointless
That it somehow goes against the word of their god
Because they choose to listen to a false prophet
Who uses tear gas on people exercising their rights
All for a photo-op with a book at a church
A book he's never read
As he holds it upside down and backwards
His religion is a lie
A lie he uses to trick the sycophants
That say he's Jesus
But he knows nothing of my plight
He vomits lies
These holes in my hands won't disappear
These holes in my feet will never disappear
This hole in my side won't disappear
These scars that the crown of thorns gave to me
Won't disappear
Just like the pandemic ravaging your country won't fucking disappear
Your 'president' doesn't understand
That or he just doesn't give a shit— either is possible
He is letting your country die
And tear itself apart
While the people protest
Against injustices the country was founded on
And he thinks that Natives aren't citizens
And anyone that disagrees with him is an anarchist
And let's not forget the fact that he's a fucking pedophile
Constantly harassing women nonchalantly
If we put nails in his hands, he would
Probably bleed black
And he seems to know that people don't like him
But he doesn't change
The affects of his dementia-riddled brain
But I think that the best word to describe him—
Racist
Saying he isn't when clearly— yeah
He gasses protestors to use my book
For his bullshit propaganda and political gain
He has no empathy for human life
He only sees green
There's blood on his tiny baby hands
And he truly seems as if he doesn't give a fuck
Knowing Russians are paying for the lives of Americans
Lying about a virus so that he can gain points
Among his idiotic followers
His army of drooling sycophants and yes men
And dumbasses that treat conspiracy theories as fact
This is why the Bible said 'Jesus wept'
America is going up in flames
Because the police think they should be an army
And the public is trying to peacefully disagree with them
But federal agents don't want that to happen
And even medics are being attacked
Which, if you didn't know before, is a war crime
It makes my palms and feet and side itch
Like they did when Hitler was in power
Like they did when George Bush started an illegal war
Like they did when Ronald Regan ignored AIDS
Like they did throughout all of 2016
Like they did when the British wiped out Tasmania
Although somehow, they seem to itch even more now
Because Donald Trump terrifies me more than almost anything
Especially when he uses my name
Claiming falsely that he uses it genuinely
Though he has only used it in vain
He doesn't know anything about empathy or how precious human life is
Or how important protesting injustice is
Then again, he is injustice
Then again, no, he is pure malice incarnate
Sometimes I wonder if he is even human
He is not making America great again
He's keeping it prejudiced
And he's making sure it stays white
And he thinks he's a king
And he thinks I can't see through him
And he thinks that I'm white"
When he was finished with all of his preaching and ranting
His faced morphed to a solemn gaze
Pain dripping
He stared at me for a while
He didn't say another word or make a single sound
All he did was shake his head
Saying so much without any words
He seemed like he was tired
Even moreso than he was while crucified
He just looked at me for the longest time, saying absolutely nothing
His eyes screaming
His jaw firm and clenched
Anger and sadness within him
A man who had once been murdered slowly
Then rose back up from the dead
Then, all of a sudden
He turned his face away from my gaze
And he began to walk away from where I stood
I doubt that I'll ever see him again in my pitiful lifetime
