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Church! I feel like if I walked into a church then I'd probably burst into flames. She said. Well, maybe you should repent of your sinful way of living, accept Jesus into your heart then go out and love the poor, as the Lord taught us to do. Replied the Rent Boy
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC
The Vicar and the **********
Parishioners gather around me God has taken my mind My god is splayed before me Forming dust from thought in time The ones like us The ones, they've never come up And all the ones, they don't deserve And I I don't deserve love Silently burrow Burning bright Guiding light To find me The organs groan, than make me high Each new motion besets me My god is burrowed into the sand Mocking me As I am mocking you My motives burrowed into mind And you won't survive me god Every six months, my thoughts change Any time is too long Every hour is droning on Before I wake up, incomplete We've cast aside distant memories God is dead What was once old is still old Carry on Robotic Antibiotic Symbiotic Still we remain... My newly bothered brothers And sisters, so lovely So come with me Into this night We are the new vicars The world will bow And we are the new gods The sum of which is god
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
I am the new vicar