church in january

church in january

you gird their loins

i have made you a fortified city

a pillar of iron

a wall of brass

i am with you to deliver you

you slime their loins

i have made you a fortified vitamin

a phallus of iron

a wall of ass

i am with you to impale you

from my mother’s womb

you are my strength

from my mother’s cunt

you are my sloth

i speak in human and angelic tongues

i tongue in human and angelic thighs

i am a resounding gong

git it on

bang a gong

git it on

if i may hand my body over so that i may boast

if i hand my body over hand over hand

if i don’t have love, i gain nothing

nothing puncture, nothing gained

love does not brood over injury

love does not blood over kissery

or rejoice over wrongdoing

when i became a man

said a young woman

i shall know fully just as i am fully known

he’s gay

the sky was closed for three and a half years

the sky was closed

lepers in Israel

you are no longer strangers and aliens

working for the evil one

assemebled as the living body of Christina

unclean spirits

mineral spirits

the spirit and the bride say come. come.

the feast in which your throat is blessed with a candle

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