somehow you don’t belong to those throwing the rocks
it can be seen
in the corners of your mouth
in the tip of your tongue
an imprint of DNA
from someplace else
you try to ignore it
afraid to bring it out
preferring to hide in the light of day
another Jesus Christ
blind to everything
if only to change skins
peel it off
tissue by tissue
the cells hang from a peg
all the sorrowful aspects
despite the black
beyond the ordained limits
just as innocent as ever
the sex and death chant
high priestess of the cult
against the holy ghost
fucking the crazy woman
she wants to save my soul
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