Psalms sweaty after ecstacy
mangy filthy dogs barking their brains out
in mists of haziness,swirling aimless
brown hallowed priests
whispering behind bars of sadness
melting in the pubic heat of dispair
summer night,electric sky of gangrene darkness
angels fly in homophobic circles
weary shadows in grasses green
wet feet,water trickling down
like springs of white shrouded powder
the fat cheeked altar boys sniffing through the air
grilled confession chambers being witness
to hightened states of hand jerking action
solitary moments, squeezing of innocent cheeks
priestly words of sex starved maniacs of the delightful streets of rome
cuddling in a rare moment of pleasure,
My son, pray to god
for you have sinned.
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