Rainbow's End

  • We paint your breeding world as queer
    and every man a closet queen.
    Your days like Noah’s now appear…
    our King arrives to crown the scene.

    Oh Father of progressive souls
    whose neo-pagan mercy reigns,
    bring union to fragmented wholes
    as lovers rattle rainbow-chains.

    We’re clubbing with the scribes of sex
    (our fairy-dusted lying press)
    who pay out cash for background checks
    while prying more and praying less.

    The starry heavens twinkle gay
    and rainbows end in gold, you know).
    To see it any other way
    would harsh our high and end the show…

    Your family paradigm descends
    upon the Roman road to hell
    where reproductive reason ends
    in demographic show-and-tell.

    God’s wisdom pleads in vain. What’s life
    when mobs are primed for anarchy –
    assaulting yet again Lot’s wife
    in Sodom’s dead democracy.

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