Memories of love denied

In her eyes I see my universal truth.

You fools pray to Christ

I pray for death to take me with my tongue between her thighs.

Such nectar, salty, heady, intoxicating in ways unimaginable.

Such glory that would be! Such rapture! Such euphoria!

Such a desperate lie....

Yes, I will die.

But from ignorance, not bliss.

You fools who pray Christ

Perhaps you're right.

If my prayers will go unanswered

Best to ask a figment which was never there.

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