Dedication to faith,
Hug my rosary.
Incense burns whilst you **********
You said I was devotary.
Worship in the bathroom,
Pervert in the mind.
We exist in this vacuum,
The faithful lead the blind.
You believe in the sacrament- sacrificed,
Transparent with your intentions.
Speak your mind, you’ve patronized- an acolyte,
Your word is divine intervention.
Practice Ramadan, you bake baklava,
Exile my words and make me believe.
You do in in His Name- Allah,
It’s all a persona, you deceive.
Dedication to faith,
Hug your rosary.
Now I mastuterbate,
And bruise your ovaries.
Wake up exposed,
You’re already on me.
So eager to pose,
Play me, marquee.
Feel guilt, you’ve done it yourself,
Broken the bones of Sainthood.
Leave alone- you’re too compelled,
By the force of the Brotherhood.
Walk beside the force of God,
You couldn’t keep your Father.
Dye it blonde,
Shield your eyes from the honor.
Disruption of faith,
You throw my rosary.
I lay next to you while you **********
Who said I was devotary?
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
Dedication to faith,
Hug my rosary.
Incense burns whilst you **********
You said I was devotary.
Worship in the bathroom,
Pervert in the mind.
We exist in this vacuum,
The faithful lead the blind.
You believe in the sacrament- sacrificed,
Transparent with your intentions.
Speak your mind, you’ve patronized- an acolyte,
Your word is divine intervention.
Practice Ramadan, you bake baklava,
Exile my words and make me believe.
You do in in His Name- Allah,
It’s all a persona, you deceive.
Dedication to faith,
Hug your rosary.
Now I mastuterbate,
And bruise your ovaries.
Wake up exposed,
You’re already on me.
So eager to pose,
Play me, marquee.
Feel guilt, you’ve done it yourself,
Broken the bones of Sainthood.
Leave alone- you’re too compelled,
By the force of the Brotherhood.
Walk beside the force of God,
You couldn’t keep your Father.
Dye it blonde,
Shield your eyes from the honor.
Disruption of faith,
You throw my rosary.
I lay next to you while you **********
Who said I was devotary?
This girl I was seeing told me she was raised Muslim but didn’t follow the customs. Later, she said she was Christian. She was raised atheist. We stopped seeing each other but I thought about why she would lie about her faith. I still don’t know.
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