Rightful Dismemberment of Christ

It’s a snake with many heads Tendrils winding Lies that hiss through curved fangs On a stone cold medusa Promising things they can’t give Teaching you to lay down and die And not to question Come this way Until you fall in the pit That takes long years to surmount While thieves and backstabbers feast On what you built And someday it will be fixed By an old man in the sky But he’ll have to try it With a knife in the heart With an ax in the head Ripping apart serpents Out at the roots It’s not a reptile It’s Christ laying there Like he can, like he should Fragmented and abandoned