Too bold! Too bold!
They shout
from—Leaning
Crumbling towers of
Hot glass—Frozen
Faces cast glowering glances—Judgment
Reproach
from the—Blistered
Mothers hell bent on smothering—Minds
Small children this—Invisible
Poison!
Wet coupling that bears no—Fruit
Labors long but until now it aged quietly—Old
As time this sinful union of
bodies so—Alike
Behold!
Behold!
The unnaturalness of
Nature’s—Vision
We see the dolphins—Raping
And yet
This cannot be so—Love
Panacea!
Epilogue
That the bleeding man weeps but passes no judgment least
That the bleeding man weeps but passes no judgment least
not that we can hear the
lying mold on the pages seeps into the eyes of blind Justice
is tearing ripping away the crusty filth but still it
remains a
poxy stain that sits on the lap of the preacher who is diseased
(Child of a confused translator)
This sin is washed clean by the putrid river Jordan but it
smells like heaven is rotting in the hot
summer moon
but the cold glass
keeps them safe and away from our judging windows
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