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Post by thefleetsin on Aug 20, 2018 20:32:45 GMT
the spirit is chilling
while the voodoo masters were tinkering with their incense burners. and the prophet casters hurried into their catacombs. we alone hoisted our megaphones shouting: gory is your god in the highest on his torturer's throne.
as it was in the beginning so it is now: man was far better off entirely on his own.
sjw 08/20/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the shaking and quaking as the portal begins its waking.
from the 'blasphemy series' of poems
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