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The inherent eroticism of religion, How red the little g gods bleed By the soda fountain And all the women who devote themselves to their gods (plural) Gods like those that ruled over Greece The flawed ones The ones that made monsters and humans both Is that the neck of a coke bottle or A glass skinned girl Between those teeth straightened by mettle? I’m telling you, if you’ve ever met a priestess The real kind, the wild kind You’ll know well enough what it’s like to be eaten alive And I’m not talking about by the mosquitos in the swamps of Georgia I’m talking about How the glass breaks How it shatters How it cuts the mouth of that little g god ****** By the soda fountain And he’s left wanting for more The taste of blood is acquired like this; early There’s no such thing as a benevolent divine
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
Priestess
The inherent eroticism of religion, How red the little g gods bleed By the soda fountain And all the women who devote themselves to their gods (plural) Gods like those that ruled over Greece The flawed ones The ones that made monsters and humans both Is that the neck of a coke bottle or A glass skinned girl Between those teeth straightened by mettle? I’m telling you, if you’ve ever met a priestess The real kind, the wild kind You’ll know well enough what it’s like to be eaten alive And I’m not talking about by the mosquitos in the swamps of Georgia I’m talking about How the glass breaks How it shatters How it cuts the mouth of that little g god ****** By the soda fountain And he’s left wanting for more The taste of blood is acquired like this; early There’s no such thing as a benevolent divine
Jan 10. 21:53
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
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