I am the Pope.

i can make you have a Heart Attack or a Stroke.

My Veins have no blood.

My Pillow holds all my dreams.

I make the Clouds rain aborted tears of angels rejected from heaven.

Mothers Breast filled with powdered milk suffocate Newborns.

Gays gaze into the eyes of their bowel filled hourglasses.

Waiting for Hymns of acceptance from the Holy.

My world is not universal.

My people are normal to the unnatural nature of rotten egg filled air.

Rivers flow with the eyes of the blind.

Trees are filled with the limbs of Amputees.

Fathers Jerk the Placenta of thier Stillborn children.

Feeding the uncontrollable urge to Orgasm in a sock filled with Fish Roe.

I am never lonely or teary eyed.

Just sad that i wasnt the chosen one for happy endings.

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