06-30-2019, 10:34 PM
From the fleece of the lamb of God was woven
The canvas on which was projected
The foot and the snake, a lone beam of light:
Christ and his demons invented.
What do we see? that must not be spoken
But shown, even in imitation,
To brighten the minds of those who've yet will
And burn those who fall out of fashion.
There is no deviant fails to inspire,
Nor heresy slouches unwitnessed.
The church with her chalice, her font, and her Jordan:
The rainbow, a vow contradicted.
Dark Satanic Mills, sink me with possessives
and with kisses. Let good Christian hands be stamped
with the Number of the Beast. The beds where we snap
pictures to share of our beloved pets:
I'll be the lion rubbing against your thighs,
you'll be the fleecy wolf outmatching my eyes.
Like desert fowl or fiery cars, let's reel
above the waters of our shared delight
and heaven's hills be clouded by the gyre.
The canvas on which was projected
The foot and the snake, a lone beam of light:
Christ and his demons invented.
What do we see? that must not be spoken
But shown, even in imitation,
To brighten the minds of those who've yet will
And burn those who fall out of fashion.
There is no deviant fails to inspire,
Nor heresy slouches unwitnessed.
The church with her chalice, her font, and her Jordan:
The rainbow, a vow contradicted.
Dark Satanic Mills, sink me with possessives
and with kisses. Let good Christian hands be stamped
with the Number of the Beast. The beds where we snap
pictures to share of our beloved pets:
I'll be the lion rubbing against your thighs,
you'll be the fleecy wolf outmatching my eyes.
Like desert fowl or fiery cars, let's reel
above the waters of our shared delight
and heaven's hills be clouded by the gyre.