Child Prostitutes, gay orgies, rape, murder
Rome, you made all these things legal.
Thus, the citizens rebelled, and chose Christ.

Catamites, human sacrifice, war's captives sold for meat
Tenochtitlan you made all these things legal.
Thus, Tlaxcala and Tabasco rebelled, and chose Christ.

The children of God they say, are who inhabit the kingdom.
Remember the joys you had as a child, how life could be spent
Eternally, with that luster and beautiful affect?
You do a thing, and all celebrate it, no matter how austere.
You play, and live, and have joy at all time.
Do not commit infanticide, by telling your children
To grow old, and matured by the world's echoes.
For that is the beginning of hell, is growing
And losing youth's lusty sheen, and hope.
For as a child, every activity is grand, and sincere.
As a youth, your love is felt deep, and believed to be eternal.
Never lose that hope, or you'll be damned.
Never lose that childlike innocence,
For when rolled up in a ball, it will be an old man
Jaded, and spiteful... not a little child blessed
And though he throw the ball like a weak little child
God raises him up, and swings dawdles him on his knees
And celebrates. For Heaven we will all be children;
Like this, with youthful enthusiasm for all in the Kingdom.
Every youthful lust will be pure, every joy fully experienced,
Every activity fully new, and enthusiasm shall burn.
For, a man could live for eternity with a child's lust for life.
To experience all things new, and be wholly given to the moment
And not care about work, or the future, or the past.
Only the moment, with every moment fulfilling its full potential.

Nero, with your Pegasus,
You birth the Grecian and Persian Kings.
Persia says, "We are from thee,"
And Grecia says, "We shall wed."
Pharaoh makes peace with the Hittites
But the Habiru people migrate
From Egypt into Canaan,
And stir the entire world into war.
Grecia and Persia war to this day
The Phoenicians are the Grecians
And the Egyptians are the Persians.
And little Zion  makes her bold stand
Caught in the middle of their grand wars.

Springtime comes in the youthful yen
Where every woman merrily bends
To the beautiful youth, with fantasies
Of love and loves, and nude.

Then summer is here, with thoughts of money
And status, and ink and pen is not so important.
The children cry, and are burdensome
Or they bring joy to the enlightened.

Then at autumn, the expenses of children's
Fortunes weigh heavily on the mind: had they raised
Or been raised, or are they bound by youthful lusts
Still in adulthood? Did fortune bestow its graces upon them?

Then at winter, one is utterly forsook by them
And foul, and old and poor, or old and rich
It does not matter, naked entered into the world
Dust shall be its end, and life was errant.

Spring, the progeny yen to seed their young
Summer, the progeny raise their young
Autumn, the progeny reap in the fortunes
Winter, children forget the kindness of their fathers.

We live in a bitter world;---
That is my addendum to Keats' masterpiece.

A cup of milk in airy foam and Cappuccino sweet
With cherry cinnamon and maple syrup and vanilla stick.
I would sit across from you at table and lap up the froth
Sweet nectar of the Aromatic Excelsa and say to you my piece.
I would say, "Good poet, to do is what you speak
"And to say it well I see. No airy metaphor graces lips
"Except to experience the thing as it is."
I would sit back, and eagerly wait upon you
Who talks of beer and Gypsy maids, to address my apology
Of what makes your verse so beautiful.
For my head is in the deep clouds, but yours on the pier
To sit nigh the moonshined beaches, and lap a pint of cheer.
No grand thing, no intelligent design does come from your pen.
But, rather, beautiful and layered verse of life;
A life I cannot live, but would be merry to.

"I am the last Christian on Earth.
"All have turned aside, and forgat.
"Life grew soft, and pleasant
"So that the Earth was paradise.
"Gross and lewd things became proper.
"Men learned how to play with death.
"The Magicians and Warlocks grew
"And Demons were the Science.
"I am the last Christian on Earth
"And I was the first Christian on Earth.
"I saw the World rejoicing
"With its squalor, bathing in lust.
"I realized, I truly did, in that moment,
"The faith was honest, sincere,
"And real. So I had peace like Noah
"Knowing the world needed Him;
"Though no rain would fall;
"Faith disappeared, and the reason why
"Was no one got what they truly wanted
"So they abandoned belief to pursue their lucre.
"To do evil, and therefore gain pleasure
"For doing good gave them none.
"And that is what the world was about.
"Pleasure."

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