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For the Wiccan

If I could dream of a better purpose-seeing how the wisteria works wonders, by the power of this cauldron, manifesting the the thoughts of sage for lord and lady with potato and carrots.


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Happy Valentine's Day

Feeling
the immense emotion,
you know the one 
that emphasized: your pain.

Manipulate it
in sado-masochism
as the mutual 'love' slaves
give and take
each-other to\for their satisfaction.

Ball in mouth, hanging,
as the victory swings
in lustful devotion
upon the church of satan's alter.


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God Among the Clouds

High above man,

God
looks down.

Awaiting mans decision; as man awaits 
God's reply.

Not sure they stay their course. 

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Not Far, the Long Distance Friend

Call
me:
do not just think of me!
Write me:
do you think of me?!

Along the forget me nots,
is friendship,
a friendship:
that they once knew.

She watches romantic pornographic videos
and feels guilty, 
over the phone.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
12/16/20

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Post-Aparthied Same Zulu

Has God accepted
your burning
white flesh
yet?

As the blood seeps into the ground
nourishing the land 
that was advanced by civilization.

The raped White carcasses
of White farmers
residents
and their ancestors 
made them equal:

To the Black death of the dark continent.

Civilizations' fall 
despite the gospel given --
that said love your enemy.

The pagan and tribal era has returned
--to dance upon the White carcass--
of autonomy.

If the savage had not been baptized
in Christ's name;
if he had not been clothed in civilization.

If tribe and chief had not been 
absolved for sovereign man 
--White man--
would not be supreme.

On the reservation is the tradition
of the primitive; still living their ghost.

Farther South they gather in the jungle...

Are they clothed? Have they heard you Lord?

Among the farthest East --they heard you-- and made you one of them.

Running wild in the streets untamed, the heathen rapes and robs in the name of social justice.

Saying your clothes do not fit and your baptism was not full submersion.

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The Magdelene

The vomit stench of fellatio 
reeks from the webcam
as the living dirt approaches.

She is so free from restraint:
goodbye natural law
and biblically derived morality,
for the personalism of the baphomet.

The Jesus concept overturned for the harlot
--she loves her red string--
finally religious prostitution
is piety.

Madonna, Britney Spears and Xtina: Your Jewish activism; congratulation to their bai'hai temple, as a regard to your deceitful epistemology of civilization. Collecting religions as a quaint remembrance of Talmudian planning. Appointed priestesses of g-d. Giving them all your blessings. Now converting the goyim by Kabbalah, your gentile made peradventure.

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Post-Culture War

Watching the extinction
of the paleo
as the death
calls
them
to the crank lab or product
or the prison and psych-ward.

Those that are still here
await Jeff Foxworthy
for exploitative representation
finding
Dale on the the King of the Hill
solace.

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The European Pagan

Turning from Christ

to disbelief;

as Satan confronts

the death

and hell…


Its expression

withering

the self and

its culture.


The suicidal genocide—

a gesture

in guilt's name

for stewardship's misdeeds:


Evil

in its self

Judgement.



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Faith Without Works

Civil whoring: such architectural engineers of governmental grant of freedom.

Yea to bruise themselves,
lo, the magistrates
by way of horse-like member,
oh pearls before swine.

Wanting freedom of association 
--although prohibited --
she will meet the quota.

Godly engineered to preserve
cultural integrity:
she will find freedom
its demise.

Drinking intoxicating semen
in a coat of many colors 
there she takes her meal
fooling the blind.

Thinking temptation could never find her. 

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The Unwritten Dogma

The Unwritten Dogma

Institutions and their doctrines fall to the spiritual reality. Not in Emergence--in affirmation of a bigoted tradition of God and man.

How can an individual Catholic be redeemed; when God has condemned that spiritual kingdom collectively?

Calling back the supposed lapsed Catholic; as if disconnected to the corporate bond. And the recovering Catholic; as if they did not know.

Separation: the result of sin;
i hear Vatican 2's ecumenical call for unity
to the separated brethren.

Love this world Lord,
empower the world's Lord;
until your light is seen
as darkness.

Brethren of the world
give me carnal loves
Lord.

God of Aquinas
you are inclusive;
God of Aquinas
you are equality.

In spiritual unity
they go
to hell.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor