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Jul 2014
the devil came to me one day
and made a plastic mold out of the girl
who was once flesh and bones like you
so
tell me of your secrets and hopes and dreams and god
and watch my rigid frame leak blood puddles
and paw inky hand prints on your puzzled face.

with the caress of the holy spirit i seize
and convulse against our father
who art in heaven
hallowed be thy--

at night i see him pray over me andΒ Β 
sometimes i see you
and i wake up and try to revert back
to fastidious granite stone
and although his actions froze me solid,
yours melt
and i remember his heathen fingers
his touch turning snow driven skin
to the blackest hue of cancer

(thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven)

if it's done in heaven as it is on earth
i would rather rot in hell
Written by
brea  Somewhere
(Somewhere)   
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