Salvation is a Salivation

To the Boys in the Pew

​Pretending to be

Just like me and you.

Sweetie, we're long overdue.

​What's left?

Let's rearrange the Raptor.

The Theft.

Shift narrative

Find character in their caricature

Entitled by the invite.

​Prevaricator.

​Dominated by the dominatrix

Of persistence of power.

You want me to cower?

Feel cornered in your Tower

Waiting for you to devour?

​Reign over your empower-ment.

Meant.

Vent.

"I'd rather repent."

Raise rent.

​Oh, you think you're godsend?

God, send me another cure

To crystallize impure minds.

​Ragtime Rhythm

Ruthless Royals

Thy Name Is It?

Undone in ick.

​Sick

Of this catastrophic

Pizza

Categorizing karma

In a pie of pity.

​I'll never feel for these

People.

Pedo.

I cannot fathom the birthright

It took to become One.

​The Ragtime Rhythm in the room

Ruthless in another crime

A millennia of malnourished

Mistreated

Molested

Infested

With an interest on this incest.

​How frigid are these bones

In this snowstorm?

Yellow warning.

Yet I feel Red.

Post-Mortem Notes:

Upon opening the chest cavity of the "Godsend," we did not find a heart. We found a calculator. The subject appears to have died from a confusion of terms: he mistook Salvation (the saving of the soul) for Salivation (the hunger for control). Cause of death: Exposure to the Light. Time of death: Long overdue.