I played Jesus

Born from a womb, I ventured bravely forth into the world to seek revenge upon those who thrust their phallices impotently against my ancient descendants. I rose from the ashes of the Phoenix only to be burnt in embers that forged the one ring that has ruled all of our middle earthly domain. I castrated the devil's only right-hand paeon with an icicle shaft I found in the heart of a frigid winter wonderland. My escape is in moonlit graffiti and watered-down poetics. Dream, I say, for we can't know tomorrow's wrath without having preconceived it.