fear is dethronement to man but no woman. let Judas, gnarly, succumbs to a deathly death like a servile brethren — do them what he had done to the savior: put your lips on the skin of your betrayers, but this time you will have to gnaw. you, the now patronizer, will plant the plague, ever-rising, from your pearls, ever-glowing.
you have fangs for a reason.
