The Rape of Faith

your lips tasted god

or is it god?

whom you wanted to slay

strip him naked

and fuck him on the floor

where his blood trickles

arouse by its smell

you lick his every wounded skin

tasting ancient memories

of Pontius Pilate of Jews of your disciples

taste him raw

hear him moan like a priestess’ prayers

smell his holiness

his sweating armpits

his dirty feet

feel him inside

to purify the blackness of your soul

after all he is a god

-your very own religion

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