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every morning at dawn arise old ghosts mouths a laceration of starched and well ironed sorrows tall with hard calloused thoughts they dispense in scattered winds red fiery dust as they move it pulverises a languid and tremulous sun creating evil urges white eyed they ****** and gulp like burst and juicy fruit their fill of emptied begging children causing competing and contrasting rumours of confrontation to avenge and humiliate to cause a devastation of glimpses through the red fiery dust paths don’t think if there is no hurry they will slip away no, the old ghosts multiply forcing a look upon that frightened daylight star with an evil eye of virtue that assumes to sanctify the foul rookeries where perch devils and evil jinns conjuring up a vaudeville of defrocked priests who weep over a holed and cast of shoe with withered fingers rattling rosaries as if to ward of some dreaded contagion and they lie there among the rain without the wet and know that it is they who are the contagion they so fearfully dread
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
Religion and Priests
every morning at dawn arise old ghosts mouths a laceration of starched and well ironed sorrows tall with hard calloused thoughts they dispense in scattered winds red fiery dust as they move it pulverises a languid and tremulous sun creating evil urges white eyed they ****** and gulp like burst and juicy fruit their fill of emptied begging children causing competing and contrasting rumours of confrontation to avenge and humiliate to cause a devastation of glimpses through the red fiery dust paths don’t think if there is no hurry they will slip away no, the old ghosts multiply forcing a look upon that frightened daylight star with an evil eye of virtue that assumes to sanctify the foul rookeries where perch devils and evil jinns conjuring up a vaudeville of defrocked priests who weep over a holed and cast of shoe with withered fingers rattling rosaries as if to ward of some dreaded contagion and they lie there among the rain without the wet and know that it is they who are the contagion they so fearfully dread
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
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