Rainbow's End

∅⚢☢⚧☯✰⚩✿⚥∅☢⚧☯✰⚢✿⚥☠⚩☯⚧✰ We paint your breeding world as queer and every man a closet queen. Your days like Noah’s now appear… our King arrives to crown the scene. Oh Father of progressive souls whose neo-pagan mercy reigns, bring union to fragmented wholes as lovers rattle rainbow-chains. We’re clubbing with the scribes of sex (our fairy-dusted lying press) who pay out cash for background checks while prying more and praying less. The starry heavens twinkle gay and rainbows end in gold, you know). To see it any other way would harsh our high and end the show… Your family paradigm descends upon the Roman road to hell where reproductive reason ends in demographic show-and-tell. God’s wisdom pleads in vain. What’s life when mobs are primed for anarchy – assaulting yet again Lot’s wife in Sodom’s dead democracy.

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