He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding

talking crippled on the Cross

Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating

fleeing what a loss



The things he hadn't touched or kissed his senses

slowly stripped away

Not like Buddha not like Vishnu

life wouldn't rise through him again



I find it easy to believe

That he might question his beliefs

The beginning of the Last Temptation

Dime Story Mystery



The duality of nature, Godly nature,

human nature splits the soul

Fully human, fully divine and divided

the great immortal soul



Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites

attract

From the front, the side, the back

the mind itself attacks



I know the feeling, I know it from before

Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure

Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation



I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering

the Mysteries of Life

Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering

the Mysteries of Life



There's a funeral tomorrow

at St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you

Ah, what must you have been thinking

when you realized the time had come for you



I wish I hadn't thrown away my time

on so much Human and so much less Divine

The end of the Last Temptation

The end of a Dime Store Mystery