#corrupt priest

[devout-devours]

Am I Your Creation or Are You Mine?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,

And I’ll sin again.

What else were we meant to do, Father?

You put us in a world where the tender

Touch of passing hands between man

Is demonized.

Forgive me Father for I have lied,

And I’ll lie again.

What else should I say, Father,

When the world is enough

To make grown men cry?

Forgive me Father, if when I kneel

I do not say your name.

It doesn’t come off my lips like theirs,

I do not have a believers tongue.

Forgive me Father,

My prayers are not solid.

They are said in haste,

Treated like a superstition.

A “just in case”

Rather than an offering.

Maybe you should ask me

For forgiveness too, Father?

Worship me like your God?

Am I your creation,

Or are you mine?

Kneel before me, Father.

Lick my wounds,

For a God should not bleed as I have.

Love me wholly.

Satisfy my hunger

For the divine.

[idkyet06]

Run, Rabbit, Run — For Now

TW: Religious abuse, Obsessive behaviour, stalking

Run, rabbit… run, run, run… Funny, isn’t it? They sing it to children, never stopping to hear what it really says. A nursery rhyme? No. It’s a prophecy. A promise. Bang, bang, bang — goes the farmer’s gun.

I’ve known that song my whole life. Long before I wore the collar. Long before I stood behind the altar and spoke of peace with folded hands and a steady smile, I used to hum it when I was alone. Still do, sometimes. My little rabbit… She thinks the veil hides her. That she’s just another sheep in the flock. But she’s the only one who matters. She is the rabbit. My rabbit.

I let her run. I let her believe. Because the song isn’t about the escape — it’s about the inevitability.

She twitches when I’m near. She doesn’t know why. Not yet. But some part of her does. That stirring under her ribs? That’s not fear. That’s recognition! The soul remembering what the flesh tries to forget. Oh but I will remind her.

She was made for this. For me. Her resistance is not disobedience, it’s ritual. Part of the shape. Part of the song.

Run, rabbit… run, run, run… How far can she go, really? These halls bend back to me. Her shadow answers to mine. Her heartbeat writes my name.

Let her run through pews and candlelight. Let her pray to silence and try to outpace the echo. It won’t matter. It never really did.

I do not chase out of need. I chase because the song demands it. Its just how it is, simple as that. And when it ends — when her legs fail, when her mouth forgets God’s name and remembers mine

I’ll be there.

Calm. Smiling. The hunter. The farmer. The Sheperd. The hand she was made to kneel beneath.

Bang, bang, bang… That’s not the sound of a gun. That’s the sound of fate knocking!

Oh, my little rabbit… I’ll wait, for a while. But don’t make me wait too long. You see, patience is a virtue I wear like a borrowed coat. It fits… until it doesn’t.

[grim-liturgy]

Can you imagine it darling? Being shared between a corrupted priest and a fallen angel? Wings of smoldering feathers blocking your view of the outside world. Two sets of hands, greedy, reverent, ravenous, tracing every inch of your skin. Whispers in enochian, twisted insults that strike your very soul echoing up from inside the chest of one that fell from grace. The highest of praise, the sweetest compliments, soothing them from the mouth of a man that should worship God, but has chosen to worship you instead.

[satansuccs]

Here is the corrupt priest I made!

[idkyet06]

I love my yandere priest oc sm, wish I could draw him so bad...its a shame I cannot draw://

[yourlocalmud]

who waanna be in amusical gng? itll be abt a corrupt priest called dominic salt. ill reblog with the main story n stuff. i mainly need singers and animators since i can never figure animating out, not even tweening, and my vocal range is horrific. to get you interested heres some musicals/plays that i used to work on the story.

the whole arc of it is a comedy to horror play like sweeny todd, little shop of horrors, n american psycho

the mc was personally based on ghe play macbeth n sondheims assassin

my horror idea was based on next to normal n sarah snooks onewoman picture of dorian gray (had to look up her name cus i forgor)