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Poetry

the church.

pedophilia
fucked your kids
fucked your wife,
now you’re locked in a cycle.
a classic tale
old as tar
“come to me little children
i’ll make you a star.”

found them inside each other
whispering love
tore them apart
“you only do it in front of us.”
from here on out
we are your watchers.
feel you within us
to tantalize the preachers
and sing from the bleachers
fuck you in the vines
make you all mine.

little girl.
candy sweet girl.
wonder who you’ll meet girl,
when you think you’re a clean girl.
miss purity teen 2003 girl
make love to me in the attic
i promise they won’t find us,
and if they do they’re addicts
trying to harm and to bind us.

where we will go
they’ll still hurt us.
You know where they
kill us.
wanting and waiting,
preaching and hating.
said the little girl is bad,
said her brother is mad,
said his sister is evil.
abuse from the steeple
abusing her people.