From the depths of a singed and blackened soul
the life essence of the untouchable sky god
stench oozing from your innermost being
sulfuric flames lapping genitals
that have gone flaccid
Sickly sweet prayers pour out to a
trampolined crucifix--rebounding--echoing
throughout the universe
falling,
falling,
falling back to earth in a listless THUMP!
POOF--the dust rises and settles
Desperate man that you’ve become
emulating the good Christian
in secret you cover your head with
the sackcloth of mourning while you think
no one is watching
KF Mosca
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