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May 2019
Worship me you godless heathen
For your Gods, I have slain
I've broken the backs of rider and steed
And in your writhing pain, I've lain.

Tempest shall not tear my sail
For I am the tempest, foretold
Purify your minds with doves andΒ Β boughs
Or agonise yourself in vain

Protaste before me you mewling sop
Your devotion I shall claim
With fear or faith, my strength to feed
And your piety I shall gain
J Lobo
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J Lobo  30/Cisgender Male
(30/Cisgender Male)   
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