When I Was Small, I Grew

When I Was Small, I Grew by Michael R. Burch When I was small, God held me in thrall: Yes, He was my All but my spirit was crushed. As I grew older my passions grew bolder even as Christ grew colder. My distraught mother blushed: what was I thinking, with feral lust stinking? If I saw a girl winking my face, heated, flushed. "Go see the pastor! " Mom screamed. A disaster. I whacked away faster, hellbound, yet nonplused. Whips! Chains! Domination! Sweet, sweet, my Elation! With each new sensation, blue blood groinward rushed. Did God disapprove? Was Christ not behooved? At least I was moved by my hellish lust. Keywords/Tags: God, religion, Christ, Christian, Christianity, lust, sex, sexy, passion, desire, purgatory, hell, damnation, puberty