The
Truth About
Dinosaurs & The Satanic Agenda
Hell is lousy with dinosaurs,
Brontosaur graze on leaves
growing from suicides fingertips,
Triceratops with horns draped
in costume jewelry parade
through the city of Dis,
Several tons of T-Rex riddled with frog DNA
stomp around the shores of Cocytus
failing to make its ice ripple.
It’s always been this way
They were here long before us,
Long before the first damned souls ever
arrived on the shores
of the burning kingdom.
Long before you ever learned
the center of hell is a frozen black lake.
Long before you ever had to
do a presentation in Sunday School
On the fates of sinners.
We came in white clouds of ships
left smoking out there on the beach
We built our farms
on land they’d stomped out flat.
We hunted them with slings and spears, driving great herds
over the cliff side into Satan’s fire pits,
To roast for dinner.
Ready at six o’clock sharp,
Barbecued short ribs
that weigh more than your
grandpa’s convertible.
Dinosaurs are not dragons
Even though their thick skulls
Were coveted by explorers to show that
“Here there be dragons”,
Even though their skeletons
Were erected as terrifying Kings
of the earth before the flood
Even though their stony bones
had medieval men fantasizing
visions of the devil’s oiled body
glistening in candlelight
They are not the same
No no not at all
See, the great dragon sleeps at the bottom of Cocytus
tired out from making the Dinosaurs
in days gone by
He is tended to by a very ancient clan
of Tyrannosaurus
and His snores are earthquakes
here up above hell
Down there in the kingdom of fire
they’re just background noise
to be engineered out of
rock music recordings.
Yeah, dinosaurs are a trick
of the Adversary to make us believe
in the unbridled chaos of evolution
Instead of god’s loving plan.
They are a pale self portrait
A cartoon caricature of yourself
drawn to look like charlie brown
[Point your finger at the panel
where charlie takes a swing at the football and misses]
“Th-there that, that’s dinosaurs”
You speak to the class with a stutter,
it comes out when you’re nervous
or you care too much
and you’re really self-aware when it happens
to the point that sometimes
you feel like you have some kind of control over it
And can maybe even use it as a tool to appear weak
even though you don’t
Even though you never have.
Even though the heart of hell
Is a frozen lake
Imprisoning a drowned dragon.
Long before god ever
made a man from dust.
Long before the tree of knowledge ever
started reaching its first branches
to stretch a ladder up to heaven.
Long before you ever
heard the opening lines of
Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog
And knew in your very heart
That the gates of the garden were shut
to your kind forever
If they were ever even
open in the first place.
Yeah long before all that.
The great dragon danced on the surface of the earth
Shaping idols to himself out of clay
Giving them amber eyes
And filling them with frogs blood
And blowing smoke in their faces.
Yeah frogs are the oldest life on earth
No one bothered making them,
they just sprung up from the swamps
like maggots
Yeah long before the flood,
all dinosaurs ever did
was dance in praise of the King of Terror
before Hell was hollowed out to hold him.
You were never allowed to watch
Jurassic Park growing up,
Never mind that all the other kids at school
Couldn’t stop talking about how Nedry
was eaten alive for his hubris
Never mind that it was a scientifically
inaccurate depiction of the Mesozoic era
Never mind how you wanted to see
the pinnacle of modern special effects for yourself.
So you snuck out one night
And got grounded for a month
That you spent drawing
All the monsters with big teeth.
Yes I am damned,
by the very hand of god.
Our beef goes way back
to Pre-school.
When I made fun of his secret name,
and he went red in the face
and wept
and all the waters of the earth
Ran down his cheeks,
It didn’t take too long
He always
was a sensitive boy.
These days he pays me special attentions
Waiting for just the right moment
To pull the ball away
and land me flat in the mud
Staring up at his clouds
trying to find my own shapes in them.
“Look, there, an ankylosaur.”
L.R. ⁓2019