Lambskin Parchment: A poem

Get thee behind me Emmanuel. The gates of perdition are edged with pearl and gilt. Beneath the altar, relics of my innocence; Spilt wine, consecrated dripping from stigmatic hands. Ex cathedra I exhume the execration. Censor your thurible, no incense shrouds The reeking entrails worn around your neck. The holy lie, forbidden fruit tastes sweet;... Continue Reading →

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