The Tombs of the Gadarenes

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Once there was a naked man

Who’s screaming was obscene

Roaming amongst the tombs

Of the ancient Gadarenes

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His father was sad

He could not recall

When the evil began

For it started out so small

.

Most children, they cry

For the sacrificial lamb

But he sliced it so stoically

With his 8 year old hand

.

He is unfortunately intelligent

His father would say

As the boy brought home loot

He swindled at play

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The girl that he murdered

Was a sensitive sort

Not the kind to which

Evil usually consorts

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They found the bludgeoned

Pieces of her heart

Amongst the deserted tombs

With her other body parts

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They tried to hold him under guard

With shackles and chains

He chewed and ripped his flesh

Seeming to feel no pain

.

The priest pushed for stoning

Under the Law of Moses

We are too civilized for that

The people replied, groaning

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And so he “lived”

In that wretched estate

Imbuing the tombs

With his aura of hate

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He thought to himself

In a moment of clarity

I don’t know who I am

It seems there are so many of me

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The stars they screamed overhead

The moon leered it’s evil eye

He had to holler back at them

To hold them up on high

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He hated to wear clothing

It touched and rubbed his skin

He had to run around naked

And let the cold wind in

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Who were these other humans

With their bright and bulging faces

They have snatchy hands and shuffy feet

And unpredictable silent gazes

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I don’t know who I am

But I know that if I eat their death

Than I will never die

Never draw my final breath

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One night he had a dream

About the lamb whose throat he’d slit

And he longed for his childhood

Now lost in time’s frozen grip

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Homeless, raggedy Jesus

Came into town like a king

Claiming to be the Son of God,

Water, bread, Word and many other things

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I know him and I hate him

The demoniac said

He opened his mouth to say so

But the others talked instead

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What have I to do with you

Jesus, Son of the Most High

Have you come here now to torment me

Before it is my time?

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Jesus focused on him

And he recognized his pain

Jesus asked him, saying,

What is your name?

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He realized he did not know

His name was long forgotten

Like his childhood that was gone

A memory decayed, absent, and rotten.

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He opened his mouth to say,

Please, I do need a new name

But the words came out, “Legion,

There are many players in this game.

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Now, Jesus we know you are a tormentor

But please just give us this

Let us go into that herd of pigs

Instead of the Abyss.”

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“Go.”

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The pigs they jerked awake

From lounging and violently

Crashed over one another

In their charging rush into the sea.

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Their keepers also jerked awake

And ran into the town

To tell the owners of the pigs

How their profits had been drowned

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They begged the God-man now to go

With all the manners they could muster

They told Him how valuable pigs were

With an air of monetary bluster

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Jesus returned then to the water

To get into His boat

While all around those valuable pig bodies

Were bobbing garishly afloat

.

“I must go with you,

I cannot stay

My life has only been

Confusing shades of gray!”

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“No. Return home

And care for you father

For he is sick with the grief

That he has lost a son and has no other.

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So when the ragged king

Returned to visit the next year

He was greeted

With festivities and cheer.

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…..The pigs were a little nervous though….

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1 Comment

  • Albert says:

    There always is good in man’s heart but do we know this! Do we know what we do and why? Do we help or just stand a side?

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