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Streams of lava flowed from my feet
and rays of lightning from my fists.
Everywhere I walked burned away
and everyone I touched was electrified
(by my beauty and genius).

I want you all for myself,
but I sinned last night
and this morning everything I love melted into the earth.
(I sinned last night and the landscape melted..)

It's awfully hot for being mid-January.
(..and I'll sin again until the oceans boil out!)

Unlike last year, I'm hoping for the Spring,
so that I can talk with the preacher in the Oval
and confess my sins to somebody important.

Beams of light gleam from his eyes,
yet his shroud creates a sort of darkness.

To Preacher Tom:
Putting a blanket on a lamp does not stop it from shining;
illuminate the world around you
and discover something of equivalence: Atman is Brahman.*

To Mosin-Nagant:
White snow doesn't melt into red pools
unless people are slayed above them.
My shoulder doesn't become sore and ache
unless my trigger finger has a growing blister.


*ultimate Self is the ultimate Reality
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....
Last edited by lordofthefood1 at Jan 22, 2009,
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White snow doesn't melt into red pools
unless people are slayed above them.
My shoulder doesn't become sore and ache
unless my trigger finger has a growing blister.

Amazing ending! Oh and the rest of it was very good to, there's really not much in it to critique.