Untitled (based on the New Testament)

(No title for these lines, based on The New Testament.)

“Go thou, and love thine enemy,” he said.
I heard, and how I love that he’s now dead.

“When thou art stricken, turn thy cheek, be kind.”
I turned, walloped, made him meek-inclined.

“He plucked thine eye? Give him the other one.”
I gave him perfect site of my loud gun.

“He thirsts; give him for drink thy living blood.”
O vile teacher, evil son of God.

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