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Come! by Michael R. Burch Will you come to visit my grave, I wonder, in the season of lightning, the season of thunder, when I have lain so long in the indifferent earth that I have no girth? When my womb has conformed to the chastity your anemic Messiah envisioned for me, will you finally be pleased that my sex was thus rendered unpalatable, disengendered? And when those strange loathsome organs that troubled you so have been eaten by worms, will the heavens still glow with the approval of God that I ended a maid— thanks to a spade? And will you come to visit my grave, I wonder, in the season of lightning, the season of thunder? Keywords/Tags: sonnet, god, religion, Christian, Christianity, puritanism, chastity, virgin, virginity, nun, sex, sexy, lust, desire, death, grave, passion, lightning, thunder, earth, womb, tomb, worms, organs, maid

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