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Jun 14, 2008
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From These Walls, to The Pews
nothing but long promises dragged out
down coarse driveways
such a fine family it appeared to be
father, pillar of society
mother, faithful denier
child, recipient of hells damnation
here on earth
cute like curdled stepped in vomit
down a bedroom wall
dressed in Sundays britches
Padre, pillar of his order
Mary, faithful saint
child, receiver of hells promise
in the here after
back to a gross ultimate reality
into a dreary house
decorate to appease only visitors
wife, enabler of horror
Pops, hand of enforcement
child, preys something not so divine
just for a moment
— IKnowNoBox, Jun 14, 2008
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Critiques
purplemoondoll
18 years 1 month ago
Absolutely brilliant.
infinite_dwarf
18 years 1 month ago
I concur
purplemoondoll
18 years 1 month ago
Oh yes - I think you nailed
IKnowNoBox
18 years 1 month ago
Thank you Kaz,
frangipangi
18 years 1 month ago
stark
IKnowNoBox
18 years 1 month ago
Thus the curded vomit.. all things appear to be static, routine
weirdelf
18 years ago
Fuck! This is powerful raw stuff
IKnowNoBox
18 years ago
Thank you Jess
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