I wasn’t looking
for God, but I
found the Devil,
He slid his
hands up my
skirt, rosary
beads and
all, breathing
skewed
bible verses
into my ******
ears like Mary,
The only tongue
he spoke in
was the one
he was sliding
down my throat,
forked and
snakelike,
He told me,
"Your absence
of faith is pleasing
though incorrect,
you see, just as
seeing doesn’t
mean believing,
rejecting something
doesn’t rob it of
it’s existence.
That means your
sin still counts.”
And I will burn in Hell,
just like everyone else.
- S.G.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
I wasn’t looking
for God, but I
found the Devil,
He slid his
hands up my
skirt, rosary
beads and
all, breathing
skewed
bible verses
into my ******
ears like Mary,
The only tongue
he spoke in
was the one
he was sliding
down my throat,
forked and
snakelike,
He told me,
"Your absence
of faith is pleasing
though incorrect,
you see, just as
seeing doesn’t
mean believing,
rejecting something
doesn’t rob it of
it’s existence.
That means your
sin still counts.”
And I will burn in Hell,
just like everyone else.
- S.G.
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