between the edges of humanity
and the sacrament of spirituality
lies a lie pilled in irish neutrality beneath the arousal of impunity
and the fringing lake of frugality
dims a shadow of frailty in a deity

hope, an orgasmic thrust pain
faith, a hilarious cliche of apologetics
believe, a sedative astronomical bile
love, an addictive spurious ejaculation
but who bears the mark of a tormenting beast?

The Village Thinker
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