If you were Christ's agency
and you knew you'd have to die
for all of the mortal sin in you
would you still 'want'
to walk with yourself?
If, in Christ, we believe
men to be expendable
and fashion faith
and worship so
then it's all just bullshit
designed to rob men
and blind women,
honed wet and sharp to the skin,
to what we, in Christ,
do to men beneath us,
as keeps her spiritually
viced in our chosen arms.
Your ersatz family
awaits its final solution,
to kiss the portal
of the pearly gates
and to heaven sent: absolution.
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Succulent Skin
PoetryAs an ongoing work conceived with no rigid form or rule over content, many subjects receive treatment in widely varying voices and styles. To go with a lot of the unstructured free verse, there are even a few pseudo-rap or hip-hop styled pieces, pro...
