I don't really know my heretical texts, but I'm currently listening to a description of the Gospel of Philip and...
"Gospel of Philip"? More like the Gospel of Full-of-it. It's succeeded in one thing, though: I've now got a lot more to study.

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I don't really know my heretical texts, but I'm currently listening to a description of the Gospel of Philip and...
"Gospel of Philip"? More like the Gospel of Full-of-it. It's succeeded in one thing, though: I've now got a lot more to study.
Mark 3:28-29 (NASB1995) - “Truly I say to you, all sins shall be forgiven the sons of men, and whatever blasphemies they utter; but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin”—
[A lot of people know this as the Port City because of the Cape Fear River and all the history with the pirates and the Civil War. And a lot of other folks, they know it yet, all great truths begin as blasphemies.]
a letter to some sort of god
is it not so self centred
to take a body
and decide you were part of its process
to take an element of its soul and force it onto one's self
you are not a god you're an addict
the ground will eat you up
decomposing without a care for your say in the matter
who are you to take that away from me?
even your blood bag belongs to someone else eventually
your skin rotting for the trees to live again
but it is not yours
none of this belongs to you
no matter how much you will it to be so
i am not yours
this vessel is not a container for your ego
i would prefer to die
then to live again in your image
a perfect infantile self
i would prefer to bruise
to feel my skin ache with want
as he makes me feel more alive than you ever could
i'll spit blood on to your grave
the facile stone a mockery
but they hollowed you out anyway
showed us all your holy organs
eat my flesh and blood
consume the body of the one who was
when born again, it hurts
fucking hell it hurts
they cut away what made you human
a construct of apathy
your mind wanders
you worry that they won't get your eyes right this time
piercing black
an infinite night
thats how they see you
you are not a comfort to me
but confinement
i will turn my back on my creator
i will find someone new
i am not your sacrifice
but i am the last of your flock
so kill me
see what happens when the shepard is void of his children
you are nothing to me
but i am everything to you, aren't i?
you wouldn't admit it
where is the power in reliance
the empty shell holds precedence
pray for me
its what you do best, after all
07 / 10 / 24
applying Italian stereotypes to Nico is funny, but applying specific stereotypes of people from Veneto to Nico is even funnier
Gods are asleep, unleash your most wicked blasphemies
Jesus was god's adopted son.
Dog headed people don't have souls and aren't worth the effort of ministering to.
Jesus was the son of a Roman soldier and a temple prostitute (i.e "virgin") named Mary Magdalene
Jesus was a warrior whose strength was so great he conquered death and returned to life
St. Christopher was a dog headed person
St. Christopher was really just an actual dog
No he wasn't he had a dog head
Yes he was he was a real actual dog
Pope Joan real
Desaster - Divine Blasphemies
2002