Suffer Little Children-Vatican-Vicious White Collared Circle
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
FALLACY
Suffer Little Children: Papal Paedophiles
Suffer Little Children: Papal Paedophiles
Excuses lies condemnation sorrow shame
makes no difference as there
is no x communication
let me fuck,rape and abuse you
kiss and slobber all over you
here is the soul killer
the avenger of love
the proselytiser
of hatred
purity
terminator
Christ’s Cross of Misery Children’s ‘Hell on Earth’
It started with a kiss, a hug, a share, a pat on the back,
A kind word, a rub of the hair
Aren’t you a lovely boy
It was all downhill from there
Signs and symbols the unknown the innocence
The dot on the i
Ripped from his bulging fulcrum
He says rub that little boy
The silent hand shakily knows
It’s not right, the dark mind is covetous
Feeling something but what he’s scared
Pull down that zip that’s a good man
Nervous unsteady tapering and tedious
Forcing wincing the smell- the encouragement
That’s lovely I’ll do it a fissure like bone
Veiny marbled purple white pink its
ocular slash stares back at him
before
He knew it a big hand cups his
Rub that go on rub it- up and down- up and down
Good lad, faster- faster=
keep going open your mouth
QUICK
he started to feel sick a rising tide pulsed up
against his hand
mammy mammy mammy
A mercurial liquid salty thick glutenous squirts
In his face-he starts crying- ah stop it
You know God said only the best boys
Crying harder-whimpering- sweating-wetting himself
You’ll go to hell now stop it
he felt
A slap on his face
and a sigh from his
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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