Jackhammer Blowout

Jackhammer Blowout“Christianity came into existence in order to lighten the heart; but now it has first to burden the heart so as afterwards to be able to lighten it. Consequently it shall perish.” Human all too Human  Mr Nietzsche was a bald headedRed handed bad branded son of a preacher manCrazy for the razing of his father's peopleAnd his father’s houseFrom the tippy top of the steepleTo the bottom most foundation block. All was doomed to dustThe house would resume itsoriginal primal matter form.Mr Nietzsche sent the crowbars,The chisles and the maulsBut the building would not fall. He sent the jackhammersPneumatic drill and dynamite,
But the house held tight.Came in the crane and wrecking ball,Bull dozer and backhoe,But the house would not go. For it was the house not made with handsNot with lime and stone,But with bread and mortar of wine.With folk of flesh and blood alone,It was mightily constructed.Against such there is no jackhammer. There was nothing more to say.Mr. Nietzsche covered the shameOf his naked brainWith an ubermenchan blond toupee.