Good Friday

Easter’s falsehood,
Christianity cracked,
High-fat sentiments,
Tooth-rot wrapped.

A bitter celebration,
for prayer-soured-souls,
Not yet recovered
From Yuletide songs.

A slow death to be
Celebrated, good grief:
Today, in other places,
ISIS-crucified, retrieved.

Hot cross buns buttered,
Easter eggs laid,
We live with greedy Gods:
Slow-death, the accolade.

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