Grackle Nation (6)

   "Grackle Nation (6)"

   Good Friday.  Not for them.  But for you--you and you alone--beyond the supposedly awesome atomic consciousness!!!  Don't feel the sorrow; feel the love!!!
   Slim Jim Grackle wondered as the sinister straw was inserted into the inviolate uterus.  A 7 month year old baby fighting for its life.  The straw-like object attempts to suck the baby's brain out, yet the baby dodges, to the left; next, to the right; however, the straw-like object pierces the baby's hopeful chance.  Was not Merlin half demon and half man?  Yet he was allowed to live, and admitted the luminous Life.  If you do not admit Me; then, I will not admit you.
   Like Chess Pieces, it has all been arranged against you; on the contrary, belief in the Book of Life ignites existence beyond the honeycomb of being hornswoggled, for it is written by God--the Law, and Christ kicks it up a notch, telling you to spread it, forging a disciple of your own, for He is the Vine, and you become the branches, if you drink His non-symbolic blood, and eat of His non-symbolic body, giving the bow finger to Jung and his megalomaniac monster, knowing allegory is saved for those blinded by the Light, like a white snowflake, unable to perceive an ocean of melted frost birthing forever fertility.  And the Virgin cries, but the Eagle preserves Her, him only being exiled afterwards, and penning that She is in us, as is He, and Magilla Gorilla is a mere militant, tamed by Heston, pooping in the forest, as Soylent Green infects without the bright glimmer of Saint Raphael loving a man that washes.  
   Slim Jim Grackle took a bath in the creek-water, Echo wagging and shaking off the negativity of less than Pert Plus, dancing off the Red Lobster and creepy crabs of a situation seduced by sin, loving the platinum perfect of Sunshine shimmer, like a Crown Chakra.