angry words from my sheep skinned priest:
"you're nothing but a useless *** toy."
"you're such a *****
"no one will ever love someone like you."
The man of faith casts stones at my broken catherdral.
My holy water has run dry,
there will be no more baptisim here,
or renewal,
only rapid decay
and broken glass.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
angry words from my sheep skinned priest:
"you're nothing but a useless *** toy."
"you're such a *****
"no one will ever love someone like you."
The man of faith casts stones at my broken catherdral.
My holy water has run dry,
there will be no more baptisim here,
or renewal,
only rapid decay
and broken glass.
about an abusive relationship.
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