Do you desire her confession even if it means her blasphemy?
Stacked or stretched, hung from the rafters.
If the pain is exquisite we shall admit any truth as the guise of the father is a poison of non-acceptance.
History does not lie as we choose to bury what does not suit the false product we sell.
How many did they murder in the name of mass insanity?
Love is not fire’s brutality, as to erase is the nature of the scourge that is the lie-forged truths of so-called organized religion.
Lust is nature to take in dungeons what should be embraced underneath the full moon embrace as the Goddess is equal in truth what the ignorant will always fear.
How many did they murder in the name of mass insanity?
Love is not fire’s brutality, as to erase is the nature of the scourge that is the lie-forged truths of so-called organized religion.
Lust is nature to take in dungeons what should be embraced underneath the full moon embrace as the Goddess is equal in truth what the ignorant will always fear.
What is free in spirit will always be held within contempt of the repressed.
Dance, my children, around the flames to embrace the night and lives past.
Dance, my children, around the flames to embrace the night and lives past.
Dance to spite the true pestilence of that which must exist in past tears of bound oppression to remind us.
Mass logic is suicide to all original thought.
Remain free and forgive nothing.
Remain free and forgive nothing.
JPR is a southern gothic writer his work has approached in Fixator Press, Piker Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Red Fez, Fearless Poetry Zine, Disturb The Universe, Sava Press and The Dope Fiend Daily.
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