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The Book of Britney

Joshua Copeland

Chapter 13

In the midst of Gomorrah,
Where sins rain like hail on school desks,
If you take my bloody wrists into your heart,
And cup your hands under them, and then
Clasp your hands together and holler my name,
I shall reward you and strike unto death
Those that mock and tease you,
And there will be a gnashing of teeth.

I shall carve your rights onto their bare backs,
And blood will soak their thighs,
And thou will cackle at their iniquities.

You will lie on the virgin grass,
While those that slashed away at you will be slashed at.
A devil will carve into their breastplates,
Making a sound like fingernails on a chalkboard.
A wind of sand will eat away at their bones
Like they were sandstone

No one will make fun of you anymore.
They will fall at your feet and offer up their lunch money and their lives.
They will lick you pink Keds sneakers,
And tongue your Pac Man shoelaces.

If you pray to me,
You will sink into yellow honey and locusts.
You will find yourself as mosaics in my book,
And preachers would sing your travails.
I will force these idol worshippers to
place their mouths onto gutters
On rainy days—kinda
Symbolic, huh.

If you take me as Christ the Lord,
I shall set aflame all that oppose thee.
The kids will sob for their mommies.
The teachers will yell for order.

My purple bats with veiny, translucent wings
Will swoop down and grip your torturers’ necks
With their demon red talons.

I, as your messiah, will rain down snakes
That will coil themselves around the necks of your murderers,
Suffocating them, and injecting poison into their carotids.

You will blaze down the hall like a comet,
Drawing an exhaust behind of you ice and kindle.

And my father will deem you The Good Witch,
Too bright to look at.
And you will wear a pink, jelly fish-like dress,
With five diamond rings on each hand.

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