Trail of black ahead-don't deviate-succumb:BE ORIGINAL BY AN ORIGINAL NOBODY
how do you know this phenomenon is happening, just look closer and closer at the new female she is deep in ennui, her je ne suivrai pas-her sex-her passion all Continue reading “When the female is disintegrating before our very eyes”
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.
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
silent hunters
killing pure minds
with their
paedophilic priestly cocks
What does it take to react
to suffer does it mean
they will
inherit the
earth
is that how it is
seen
the lone lamb
against the
flock
you
the Vatican
there is no chance
once separated
and alone with
the monster
and his
priestly penis
the lamb is led to
slaughter
inheriting nothing
only psychic pain
physical torture and
degradation
BLIND-DEAF-DUMB-INERT-THE FLOCK
How can you tell one from the other
as they move among
us
the developed caring
eye
settles on you
special
come let me show
you
the road to
nowhere
papal
paedophile
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
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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