Jesus Antithesis

Oh Jesus of Immorality, please leave us,
Take with You the two thieves,
The ones who now steal from the poor
In Your name,
Take with You the non-repentent
Moralists who chastise everyone but themselves,
Who believe they are the Righteous,
The Chosen,

Bleating Lamb of God
Go ahead and take away
The Sins of the Bloodstained World
That You have created,
Where You sit on the board
Of the modern Sanhedrin,
Dictating to us Your deals of salvation
Where our investment in You
Is slowly being eaten away
By Your greedy Believers,
Who have created a Heaven
Only for themselves,
Where the hungry are not fed,
Where the naked are not clothed,
Where those imprisoned are not made free,

In Your name,
I, Stephen, defended you in front of the Council,
In Your stead, You made me Protomartyr,
To be crushed under the weight of stone,
While You turned and smiled upon Saul,
Who held the bloody Hell’s Angels’ colors of the Twelve Tribes,
Who became blinded by Your light
To become the Great Chastiser,
Turning his wrath upon the Jews,
In Your Name,

In Your Name,
St. Mary Magdelene preached Your true gospel,
Only to be driven off by frightened men,
Who feared the loss of power
That You had only bestowed upon her,
Your celestial lover
To whom You appeared at Your
Time of dying,
Admonishing her “Do not touch Me,”
In Your Name,

Oh Jesus of the Well of Souls,
Who calls upon the lowly Samaritan woman
To draw out yet more suffering for You,
Chastising her for her sensuality
While looking upon her with lustful eyes,
Dismissing Your so-called Apostles
Who criticized You,
Take all of these pious followers and leave,

Then come back,
In the words of St. James,
As a “Wild Child, full of Grace,
Savior of the Human Race,”
Not as some sword wielding
Angel of Death and Fire,
Riding a sway-backed, haybelly horse,
Trampling the putrid decay of Humanity,
Blowing trumpets of remorse and sorrow,
Walking ghost-like on the road to Emmaus,
Invisible upon the Bloody Cross,

Come back and lead us,
Not in our sinfulness and iniquities,
But in our Godliness,
Our Holiness,
Our Lovingkindness and Compassion,
Show us Your miracles,
Turning our water into wine,
Healing our sick,
Raising our dead,
Because if you can’t
Come back different than you are now,
Then, in the words of St. Martin,
“You, ain’t my Jesus.”