Commandment VI

Commandment VI

A Poem by delapruch
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Commandment VI

 

*“Thou shalt not kill.*

 

la culla di Giuda,

die Judaswiege,

were among its many monikers

&

the good believers

took it upon themselves to punish you

for not being like

them

by firstly,

stripping you naked

and slamming you down

with your anus

or

vagina

thrust overtop

the knife-edge peak

of a pyramid of sharpened hard oak

 

your legs were then

tied up

out in front of you

while your own hands were bound behind your back

 

your body was suspended in air

now impaled up through your anus or vagina

 

the way in which your legs were tied out in front of you

was done in such a manner as to cause both legs to move

if you move either of them

alone

 

& the pyramid was never cleaned so you can bet your bottom $

that infection would climb right up inside you

if by some

wonderful

surprise

you were to be pulled off of the pyramid

prior to your

grueling death

that could so easily take place in that context

 

if however, you were left impaled by the searing tip of the hard wooden pyramid

those good believers growing rather bored with all of your

hemming

&

hawing,

screeching

&

yelping,

bawling &

sniveling like the bad little “sinner”

that you were---

they might choose to grab hold of your waist

heaving you back and forth,

lifting you only a bit

again

&

again

to make the weight of your body fall back down on the tip of the pyramid

completely destroying your

anus

or

vagina

causing the maroon river to flow

spurting out and gushing down the sides

of the device

astounding the good believers

who were amazed at just how much blood the human body can

hold

 

your final departure could be brought about within a manner of a few

hours

or

days,

depending on whether or not  

the good believers

had felt a bit festive, oiling up the foul smelling &

feculent

pyramid tip, or

had they saw fit to hang weights from your legs which were already stretched out

to bring your body down harder

jabbing,

jamming,

&

plunging the tip up further.

 

 

*The work of fiction called “The Bible”

© 2011 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..