--finding God--
fire flame blaze Christ,
Christ in the fires, beckoning You forth
Come, come shush My Little Lamb,
then He screams when You�re coming
His flesh rips off
like wild claws fucking
and the blood boils
beneath his skin
and the muscle melts
away from the hands
reaching for You,
imploring for You,
begging for You
but His Hair,
beautiful,
black,
waving
Hair
remains unsigned
even as His Eyes turn to Ash,
Strands
leave His Scalp to fly to You, snake-like,
--to strangle You,
to bring the flames to You,
to sear a noose into Your neck,
to trace the veins in Your arms,
to make a path through Your brain,
to slip into Your mouth & choke down Your throat--
even as the Hair still on His head curves up into horns
& beautiful wings sprout from
His naked back.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Come To Me.
& You pause
your previous,
thoughtless,
obedience
& the Hair won�t let You,
it pulls You back to its Head
& You fight back, panicked
by the Beast of black
in the sea of reds
& He beats His wings, the blaze�s greedy fingers
stretch to you,
wrap their fingers around you,
flood into You
Come Cum Come, Fuck Baby, Cum
the Beast you once thought as Christ chants & the fingers are
So Warm leading you up to their arm & You Wouldn�t
Mind to feel the more Warmth of the Body
--when did you become cold?--
so you let yourself be pulled
forward
until you�re
flush with the Warmth & the Body & the Beast
& His lips that have been burnt
away come to press to Yours and suddenly
the Cold is gone but so�s the Warmth--you don�t feel anything.
&nbps; &nbps; &nbps; &nbps; --finding God--
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