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Sunday

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Eyes tinged with darkness, I fall off the earth
What happened? Oh, hell, another round of vomiting
Perhaps I should have dropped the last shots of Jose Cuervo…
It’s too late and I regret
Mistakes; damn this state of perpetual corruption
No church for me this morning
Christ can be studied another day
A multitude of empty eyes consuming their
False idol, absorbing his
Censored prose

Tradition surpassed in favor of my modern porcelain god
My breath reeks sweetly of
Nothing worse than your hypocrisy

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Heather M. 10 May, 2005