The Virgin Hewn as Depicted

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[thevirginhewnasdepicted]

I perceive myself not as a human, but as a moppet. I feel not that I may hold an identity of mine own, and instead form one from the fragments of the souls of those about me and what I'm told to be. Being bidden what to do and who to be is no ill thing unto me., it gives me great happiness and solace. Albeit I be but a moppet, yet do I believe myself to possess a soul. Mine soul was fashioned through the abundant love I received from those about me; absorbing fragments of their souls, I did organically synthesize mine own. Yet it seems the only way to keep my soul’s flame alight is to receive an impossible measure of love from the folk around me.

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We have absolutely no doubt that the Japs are in league with Satan. They see the world in a horizontal slant. This is due to the physical characteristics of their eyes. Sources confirm that the Japanese (and all Mongoloids living in America) have per capita, the worst driving records in the history of the automotive industry. They can make cars, but God forbid someone put them behind the wheel of one! Their insanity becomes even more obvious to those of us who observe them as they pray to the little fat man who sits outside their restaurants.

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They kneel before mirrors to measure absence where flesh should interrupt light discipline weightless faith and the holiest hunger dressed as virtue the body taught vanish politely sin counted in energy absolution sought through subtraction the saints stay silent because this is not sacrifice

Accounting vanity impersonating purity collapse ritualized into routine the chapel of denial to be pure to be pure to be pure nothing fills it not grace nor control nor praise

Arithmetic of erasure

The wheel keeps turning

Finish your work

[thevirginhewnasdepicted]

They speak of cycles, not lines. Of fire cleanses consuming everything, again, again, what emerges isn’t new but finally correct. The wheel turns whether you hold on or let go. What you were structurally unsound. What you become always waiting in the spent fire. Rebirth is the inevitable collapse of threadbare heart. Gods don’t save you from the wheel. They watch you spin.