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The Raping Of Angels
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Poetry Holy white virginal skin bathed in a bath of blood.
Snowy wings clipped and burned.
Gowns stripped cruelly from young bodies.
Halos used as bondage collars as lips are still nursing on the
throbbing cock of Him.
(...still holding on...)
Little girls hang from ropes against a starlit sky.
Fluffy white skirts raised to reveal a hidden altar.
Ivory thighs spread open and a cursed sword thrusted in.
Blood running between legs, a thirsty tongue lapping up all there is to offer.
Another sword shoved into the untouched throats graces each, filling all with the seed of uncorrupted truth.
It's swallowed like bitter poison. For once, blind eyes finally see The Light.
Ripping from a violated angel's skin,
A new disciple is born.
Wonderful writing, although the subject was quite disturbing.
this was ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm not like anything else i have read
Chana Fuller
wow. that is good.
Vivid. The subject's awful, but the writing's good. You've given a strong image. Keep doing so...
~Kate~
beautiful