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A man sits in a church, his cigarette aflame And his eyes glow with the light of sin and fire. He inhales the burning stench of pride and Carcinogens, Fingers reaching for yet another from his Pack of plenty. “Where is this god?” He asks the voiceless air and the staring Cardboard cutout of Jesus Christ. “Where is your shame?” Replies the omniscient and aching voice of Our lord and savior. The man in the church takes another drag of his Cigarette.
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
Deadly Sins.
A man sits in a church, his cigarette aflame And his eyes glow with the light of sin and fire. He inhales the burning stench of pride and Carcinogens, Fingers reaching for yet another from his Pack of plenty. “Where is this god?” He asks the voiceless air and the staring Cardboard cutout of Jesus Christ. “Where is your shame?” Replies the omniscient and aching voice of Our lord and savior. The man in the church takes another drag of his Cigarette.
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F/Dublin, Ireland
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
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