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the god dripping oozing thRough the air and saturating the atmosphere blending into the fibers (of shoes, and shirts, and swEaty collars, and slacks, and pews, and smelly green carpet) and People crash to knees and bend themselves to a force that constricts them guilt gripping at nEcks and sour acid rises in my throat as I cannot fathom or obey an invisible god that drowNs nations in hostility…judgment…hatred and mummifies weak minds turning benevolence into maligniTy churning a boiling cauldron of manipulation—disguised as a sickly sugar my chest bursts in panic and I need to run from the ashen, needy, suffocating limbs of a body whose sickly roots control the masses … amen. and the senseless prayer has ended.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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the god dripping oozing thRough the air and saturating the atmosphere blending into the fibers (of shoes, and shirts, and swEaty collars, and slacks, and pews, and smelly green carpet) and People crash to knees and bend themselves to a force that constricts them guilt gripping at nEcks and sour acid rises in my throat as I cannot fathom or obey an invisible god that drowNs nations in hostility…judgment…hatred and mummifies weak minds turning benevolence into maligniTy churning a boiling cauldron of manipulation—disguised as a sickly sugar my chest bursts in panic and I need to run from the ashen, needy, suffocating limbs of a body whose sickly roots control the masses … amen. and the senseless prayer has ended.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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