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The priest with holy water above the mother’s womb whispers dark prayers. In the name of the Father and of the Son. Then she is forever a ****** She should pray for her son but she cannot. She becomes holy, vanishes at night. By day she pretends no one remembers. She protects no one. She only protects herself. At the cross she kisses the feet for the spirit. The priest glances sideways, his tongue swallowing saliva. A scarf hides the eyes. Worms graze on the meadow of the cassock. Silence… does not allow… Greasy fingers count the victims. Judas hides dreams of a new staff of Moses made of gold. Darkness enters through the sacristy door. And it begins again. From the pulpit God’s words are not heard. Only the great belly and sweat flowing down the temple straight into the tongue. Amen for the sinner. The bottom of the basket burns through the torn pockets of the faithful. Priest, pay up. A holy picture in the hand for seven coins. The Pope hides his eyes behind thick stone walls. He spreads his arms, prayers fall. Descending into katabasis through the back door. Alleluia falls to its knees. amen.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
Priest, Pay Up
The priest with holy water above the mother’s womb whispers dark prayers. In the name of the Father and of the Son. Then she is forever a ****** She should pray for her son but she cannot. She becomes holy, vanishes at night. By day she pretends no one remembers. She protects no one. She only protects herself. At the cross she kisses the feet for the spirit. The priest glances sideways, his tongue swallowing saliva. A scarf hides the eyes. Worms graze on the meadow of the cassock. Silence… does not allow… Greasy fingers count the victims. Judas hides dreams of a new staff of Moses made of gold. Darkness enters through the sacristy door. And it begins again. From the pulpit God’s words are not heard. Only the great belly and sweat flowing down the temple straight into the tongue. Amen for the sinner. The bottom of the basket burns through the torn pockets of the faithful. Priest, pay up. A holy picture in the hand for seven coins. The Pope hides his eyes behind thick stone walls. He spreads his arms, prayers fall. Descending into katabasis through the back door. Alleluia falls to its knees. amen.
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Mar 8
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