The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

The Transformation

When, to uneasy dreams
On the third day, the Nazarene
Awoke, he found himself changed
In his tomb, into a strange
Insect. A great stone blocked the light.
He crawled beneath its weight
To await the final metamorphosis
Unto glory; but his brittle carapace
Cracked. As his guts leaked from the shell,
The noise was christened Gospel.

Rev. Frank Crow

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