[Jesus]:
Landslide put through my pace
landslide
has the grace
corpsalming me into
hollow corposants
incense to self-constriction
accelerating myself deadline
unperfection
ever so consanguine

reverse ampliation-
the contractile escape slid
the Code’s invisible ink
awaits me absorbtive
to implode amid.
The last tractile nadir-
veinal addiction
Blood, run out on me
rip the big vertebral Nonskid!

[Judas]:
Landslide up and down to pace
landslide
there but for God’s grace
imponderably am I
only treading waters
for the tide chokers
decelerating myself deadline
unperfection
ever so consanguine

The last tractile nadir- veinal addiction
Harpooning spinal column-to be
lay down in Procrustes’ bed
the lengths of God to spread!

[People]:
your words are our cruci-fiction
Let us cover our uncommitted ears,
colour-blind rhetoricians.
This was the best ever heard rendition
to make us turn a blind eye
to our last rescue mission:
in telling apart what to do
which of you to save
don’t take reverse discriminations
take the road
forgive yourselves
you’ll need to recode
for the world’s most burdlesome
bisection exode.