Artificially far from prostitution
This entity you call the institution, Of God.
speaks, Down with love, all for judgment,
Time for testament ruptured by the
thief named capital calculation-
Calling it a proclamation
for the chalk lined destination, Of me.

A tax-deductible donation
To the hellish laceration, Of Sin.

02/10/2004

Author's Note: something im fooling around with- let me know what you think!

Posted on 02/10/2004
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