I wasn’t looking
for God, but I
found the Devil,
He slid his
hands up my
skirt, rosary
beads and
all, breathing
skewed
bible verses
into my ******
ears like Mary,
The only tongue
he spoke in
was the one
he was sliding
down my throat,
forked and
snakelike,
He told me,
*"Your absence
of faith is pleasing
though incorrect,
you see, just as
seeing doesn’t
mean believing,
rejecting something
doesn’t rob it of
it’s existence.
That means your
sin still counts.”*
And I will burn in Hell,
just like everyone else.
- S.G.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
I wasn’t looking
for God, but I
found the Devil,
He slid his
hands up my
skirt, rosary
beads and
all, breathing
skewed
bible verses
into my ******
ears like Mary,
The only tongue
he spoke in
was the one
he was sliding
down my throat,
forked and
snakelike,
He told me,
*"Your absence
of faith is pleasing
though incorrect,
you see, just as
seeing doesn’t
mean believing,
rejecting something
doesn’t rob it of
it’s existence.
That means your
sin still counts.”*
And I will burn in Hell,
just like everyone else.
- S.G.
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