Enough of these primitive gods. Strict interpretations of loose skin. I don't want to wear it anymore. The pale math that would ;eaves us such remainders as this. Boasts the dog. With clean claws. The cat is caught. But the mouse still gnaws. On the corners of the walls.
Killing is a science. Measuring their resolve. God is a liar. The zipper on his panties falling open. As I travel that yellow brick road. NO brains. No hearts. To give. Just wizards. Behind their curtains.
She said, Jesus. I can see you there. Come out. Face your people. She said, Jesus, you died for nothing. Because we are so far from saved.