Ink Blot Sermon
Wandering dreamer,
saintly sinner,
intoxicating lover.
Take me the shore
push me beneath the waves,
baptize me
resurrect me
with sadistic pleasure.
Bring me closer
with your left hand
While I beg you to,
bless me the right.
But that hand;
remains forever still.
Blasphemous pastor,
drunken teacher,
righteous thief,
nephilim wordsmith.
weight me to the earth
with your dark gospel,
singing your sermon to the
flock of wolves;
as the rapture fills the sky,
with a billion living lights.
And in your twisted
book of life;
eternal ink blots,
Will replace our
names
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