The Fallen

Some say you’re trouble, boy, just because you love tearing down everything that brings joy to fools. But what, really, is so wrong with a little ruin? Kunst won’t speak to you because you kissed St. Rollox goodbye, because you robbed a supermarket or two — but who gives a damn about the prophets of Tesco?

I thought I saw you in a limousine, hurling fish and unleavened bread, turning the rich into wine and walking among the greedy. The fallen, after all, are the righteous among us. Walk among us and never judge us, because we are all already stained.

Rise up and take them, boy. Rise up and take them. A toast to the Devil, and death to the doctors.

I saw you again in that limousine, throwing fish and unleavened bread, feeding five thousand users in a single day. And if you can feed us, why not lead us into blessing? So we stole what we wanted and drank champagne. At the Seventh Seal, you said you had never felt pain. “Never felt pain — would you strike me again?” you asked. “I need a little purple just to keep the wheel turning.”

In my blood, I felt the bubbles burst. There was the flash of a fist, a split-open brow. You wore a white shirt and carried a lazy laugh, while I fell to the floor, fainting at the sight of blood.

I saw you in the limousine again, throwing fish and unleavened bread, turning the rich into wine and walking through the wine-dark crowd. Whether Magdalene or Virgin, you have been there. You have been there, and you have seen what we are: the fallen, the ruined, the wretched — the only virtuous ones left among us. Walk among us. Do not judge us, if we are to be blessed.

Forgive me if I ever resisted. I never doubted that you existed. My only quarrel was with those who take their hatred and carve it into your name.

Some say you’re trouble, boy, simply because you love destruction. But you are the Word, and the Word is Destroy. I will break this bottle and think of you fondly.

I saw you in a limousine, throwing fish and unleavened bread to the whore in the hostel and the scum on the scheme. You turned the rich into wine and walked among the avaricious. It was not a needle in the arm, but a nail driven through the beam. Across this barren land, you scattered your seed. Whether Magdalene or Virgin, you have been there. You have been there, and we have seen.

Yes, you have been there. We have seen.

The fallen are the righteous among us. Walk among us. If you judge us, we are damned.