Trail of black ahead-don't deviate-succumb:BE ORIGINAL BY AN ORIGINAL NOBODY
Bishop of Rome Can’t do it. Circumlocution Best Line of Defence which further frustrates the victims interiority.
Passive papal player won’t make amends so you have the Bishop of Rome who takes no responsibility and leaves the inner Childs traumatised psyche forced even deeper into a living hell on earth.
Jokers to the right- jokers to the left.
Pope Just Couldn’t Prostrate Himself
Unlike Jesus who washed his disciples feet the pope showed his hand by not humbling himself today.
He took the retrained route and glossed over the pain and suffering of those abused and fucked by his priests.
This supports the priests collar of paedophiles.
So many priests lay prone on children’s backs as they squirted liquidised holy communion into their anuses.
The pope had an opportunity today to kneel in sympathy and throw himself to the mercy of those who were left in deep shame and grief for lost childhoods for something they could not have known but knew it was bad-wrong-disgusting-evil-filthy.
But he didn’t- he couldnt- he wouldn’t allow himself that expression of softness and humanity to his fellow man and ask for their forgiveness.
Such strategists will rot in their mind.
A filthy small little State concealing it’s shit albeit representing a huge religion. The can of worms is open now, they have nowhere to hide, see where they go from here. They have lost the moral integrity of Jesus. How they can pontificate His ways is hypocritical to the extreme.
Take me to the dark place
Where mother Mary’s halo does not shine
Feel my cylinder firing prostatic fluid
There is no rappel for you from these heights
of ardour
call mary mother
she can’t come
only
I
Instars work hard to stay awhile
The poison comes for honey
Holding for days on end
Opening wanking
taking flight beauty flutters momentarily
Tiny flapping wings
the scent crushed
open again
scorching pain
sears
Hail Hosanna Mother Mary
the earth iconised with your
fullness and glory
Disguised with cold clear marble stone
Coloured in votive appreciation
hiding the scars and crucified minds
Lady lady mother Mary quite contrary
our garden does not grow
our pantheist stabbed in the heart
The well is full with dryness sucking and
anthropomorphising what’s not but thinking it is
Nature nature mother nature your us
not thee mother Mary
you are a
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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