god taught me to hate women,
but his son told me to love whores.

i’m perplexed.
translation only accounts
for less than fifteen per cent
of miscalculation.
unless i miscalculated.

but you don’t believe
in science, and math is
the science of numbers.
that was apparent
in what your faith lacks.
if god created the world
in seven days,
but took the seventh to rest,
then he created it in six,
didn’t he?

six six six

get it through your head. this is all the same
dead matter
in your cranial extremities;
clouding rationale.

the forbidden fruit
is in your throat,
inevitably.