Conscience in religion,
Is the fear that men are not as sinful,
But sinless in that faith in god.
saints of perversion,
In the womb of loves kindred’s soul,
Heavy hearts only to kill in fear, only to hate,
And kill that love that keeps them alive.
What humbled sick man lay in ruin,
To be exalted in sodomy by the sadist holy of men,
That in whom takes his dreams and surrenders his mind,
through mercy’s unseen methods of Paralytic surreal tortures,
Only through whispers and screams is that moment kept alive.
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