Jealous I am of what I do not have.
To want is to neglect what is begat,
And to throw out perfect production gave
In heaps of trash not but a few days had.
Consuming eyes and stomach will ruin all good.
I want but do not have because I tire
Of the beauty given me once nude,
Once pure, before fig leaves, serpents, and fire.
If God is real and love as well is real
I pray that He dies out of love for me.
I stain, consume, and run in hopes to feel
But in the end I am killing a Jew daily.
Religion will fail me time and again
And I make it a christ that won’t descend.
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