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He, naked by the gun polished by antiquity. Bronze in an age of reason, overthrown by passion. Live by the fruit of god, and by god, I am risen. Nazarene, Gabriel, Abaddon, a wing Apollo, a foot, I float on air and water-- watch me. Me.  To the thyself and thou art I, I, I, beauty-- Rosepyre absence. frozen I sink in air, choke on air, bloated by the birth of drought. This is not a lake of fire.  This is your mother, standing at the edge of Eden, milky thighs tough skin and swollen. Westward, says the philosopher, the questioner, the one who doubts god, but knows he is god And takes sanctity by the mouthful-- apples to apples, dust to bodies Evolution without degradation, Genesis: Martyr: drive another nail in.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
The Ages
He, naked by the gun polished by antiquity. Bronze in an age of reason, overthrown by passion. Live by the fruit of god, and by god, I am risen. Nazarene, Gabriel, Abaddon, a wing Apollo, a foot, I float on air and water-- watch me. Me.  To the thyself and thou art I, I, I, beauty-- Rosepyre absence. frozen I sink in air, choke on air, bloated by the birth of drought. This is not a lake of fire.  This is your mother, standing at the edge of Eden, milky thighs tough skin and swollen. Westward, says the philosopher, the questioner, the one who doubts god, but knows he is god And takes sanctity by the mouthful-- apples to apples, dust to bodies Evolution without degradation, Genesis: Martyr: drive another nail in.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
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