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Lips parted, wet to smother me, and The galvanized gibbet of your stare . making myself small . knees to the floor Swallowing my own unquiet heart the battery acid bite of ****** foreboding I require your alms approximately once every 18.75 hours Pitiful, fragile: a dove with two broken wings For this, I yearn for the heavy hand of your regard Render my flesh to the pulp of my ancient beginnings . born again If you are willing, I am able . I pray I will look to you . your appalling prophet . made whole in my unholiness And I Fling myself to flagellate my prostrate body upon the temple stairs Each bruise after counted My proof, bludgeoned on a tablet of tissue. I will guild the seed of your mercy . bind it in stained glass . idol for my reliquary . I have played Mary: both of her faces By the Book but only to drive away So many to alien lands, discovered as a ***** Unable to accept my enormous blood debt— Condemn me, the abomination: I beg It is my calling Shove that cross into my arms, nails and all I will drag my carcass forward through the spitting masses My heart, full of rapture.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
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Lips parted, wet to smother me, and The galvanized gibbet of your stare . making myself small . knees to the floor Swallowing my own unquiet heart the battery acid bite of ****** foreboding I require your alms approximately once every 18.75 hours Pitiful, fragile: a dove with two broken wings For this, I yearn for the heavy hand of your regard Render my flesh to the pulp of my ancient beginnings . born again If you are willing, I am able . I pray I will look to you . your appalling prophet . made whole in my unholiness And I Fling myself to flagellate my prostrate body upon the temple stairs Each bruise after counted My proof, bludgeoned on a tablet of tissue. I will guild the seed of your mercy . bind it in stained glass . idol for my reliquary . I have played Mary: both of her faces By the Book but only to drive away So many to alien lands, discovered as a ***** Unable to accept my enormous blood debt— Condemn me, the abomination: I beg It is my calling Shove that cross into my arms, nails and all I will drag my carcass forward through the spitting masses My heart, full of rapture.
January 18, 2012
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
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