How To Go Back in Time Book One: Chapter Thirteen

AND NOW, A BRIEF THESIS STATEMENT
Imagine me, up on the cross.
From my corpse sprouts rain clouds.
The droplets hit the Earth, and out comes flowers.
Then shrubs.
Then oak.
The trees intermingle their roots and touch each other.
Whispering through vibrations.
A never-ending sacred cycle of
Fucking.
Living.
And then dying.
*
Clap your hands.
Clap them.
Your majesty has arrived,
And he is wearing nothing but underwear.
He is walking on water.
And from his stigmata,
Sprouts the roots of a tree.
It touches the heavens.
Then winds down back to hell.
Just like Jung said.
*
I am the seer of visions.
And from my eyes,
Shall sprout complete sin,
Complete travesty,
And complete love.
Fucking.
Living.
Dying.
Fucking.
Living.
Dying.
Fucking.
Living.
Dying.
Sacred