Scripturally Transmitted Disease

I've never been a pillar of society;
Quiet the opposite in fact.
A plyer of insults;
A place marker on the path of least resistance;
Nothing more.
A face in a crowd, but a crowd behind Bedlam's bars.
Providing a barbed laugh for the wealthy;
A grinning, dry target for their rigidity.
Happily stuck in the throats of an angry mob stretched beyond repair by production line proclivity.
I am as steadfast refusal.
I've shown no interest and I've reaped little that I've sewn.
A world of cloned mechanists has left me unwaveringly organic;
Perhaps food for thought or just food for the worms.
I stand as a final insult to the easily offended;
All words out of turn to kindle their burning world.
If for one moment I thought I felt a twinge of guilt,
I would put it down to angry muscles shifting their weight against all the irrelevance.
I will stand as grave marker in resolute denial of the state of your two thousand years of treading water;
So dig a good deep hole for Abraham and all his insipid godlets.
Whatever name it goes by, it's all the same crumpled at the grave-side.
Abrahamic iterations all divide by zero.
Cartoon Lucifer presiding.
I lost my shadow amongst the marionettes;
Soul chord measured found wanting.
Probably too long, frayed and / or split to dance with the more standard corpses in this world of shit.
I sold my spirit;
Might even have quaffed it blind without realising.
Any port in a storm, they say.
Oh, so they say.
Heart removed as part of some half-arsed morning ritual, piss-begotten solitude sold out at the drop of a gaping fish-mouthed hat.
Filed away amongst the other stolen myths;
The lore of these folks is nought but a long string of syphilitic spit.
Scripturally transmitted disease, if you will.
In fact, no - I insist.
So make a monolith of me, but plant me facing sunset;
Back turned to the broken day.
Leave me here watching the darkness.
I have no time of day.
I have no time for day.
Don't come looking for me.
I'm long lost, seeking out Odin.
Odin under ice.
I've danced away, died away;
Don't come looking for me.
Long lost, seeking out Odin.
Odin under ice.