When the saints speak
Of designs dripping with virtue
They don't protect the meek
Or fix hearts askew
They twist belief
of the desperate
and their guilt of grief
These gilded sinners
Safe behind the lies they blur
Bark their searing words
The scripture of
locked Cocks
&
stunted Cunts
2/14/11
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Typed Word Series
شِعرWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
