You’re Not Allowed to Say, Okay
I tell thee everything, my gorgeous parrot!
A “psittacine”, a bird that’s na’er discreet!
Your kin the lovebird set in gay appointment,
The cockatoo, macaw and parakeet.
I tell thee everything, my pretty buzzard!
Whispering my depths unto thine ear,
Every cherished brightness in my being,
Every chasing spectre that I fear.
Secrets of the past in vaults collected;
I dust away the cobwebs by and by,
Showing thee my hellish dungeon, hidden,
Pointing out the terrors I espy.
Secrets of the sacrificial people,
Whisked away and set on altars black,
Children far too young to grasp the evil,
Babes too feeble to prevent attack.
My acts of evil — noxious to the limit!
The arms of Adam pinned to cryptograms!
Wry satanic curses spoken o’er,
Candles soft by sacrificial lambs.
Ritual with unabated chanting,
Unified in garb of occult lace,
Every magic dagger with one message,
Curse thee God! I hate thee to thy face!
The galleries of lust arrayed like art work,
Service done unto Philotes so rank,
Copulation next to bloody altars,
People who debauched in nature sank.
Jesus spat on with a bile of hatred!
Jesus sweet, I paint thee ever — black!
Acts that please the devil and his minions,
Tattooed curses burned on Jesus’ back!
Also, there is fairness in my vision,
Angels sent from stately homes above,
Rolling vistas of creation’s glory,
Days of yore in innocence and love.
Principalities awake and racing,
Dominions, thrones and power unified,
Gliding to forever, gladly racing,
Slaked with heaven’s love and pacified.
Paradisic pastures of forever,
Brightly rolling on, within my view,
Starlight falling down, in purple curtains,
Daybreak tinted soft in lilac blue.
But thy reputation — it precedes thee;
You would squark this knowledge clandestine!
All the words entrusted to thy bosom,
Iniquity that no-one knows is mine!
You must never tell the world what happened,
You, my rainbow parrot confidante,
Lest they see the terror of my person,
Lest they see my victims hanging gaunt.
Locked away, encrypted in our secret,
Ghastly sick — it needs no cleansing day,
I pat thee gently, stroking luscious feathers,
Bird, you’re not allowed to say, okay?
ADL
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