Jesus Fucking Christ
I saw the cross raised above the horizon. Rags of thoughtless bones slumped against the mounds were easily remembered and drawn by thoughtless drones. Christ; every day, every fucking way and every fucking way the thieves seek salvation. And the Bishops stare with greedy recognition of expectation. Doomed; the feasting viewers unknown to their fate amongst thieves and rags and the corpse on the…
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