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Geous Neptune

Mary,

brewing potions in her soiled virgin panties

In her tub she stirs dead babies, round-and-round

Chanting, the men in the dungeons; ‘ave maria, ave maria’

Joseph,

tied on hands and knees to the pole of Christ.

It’s all down his throat when Mary pulls his robes off

The myth of a newborn baby

The myth of great sodomy

The three kings and their gifts destroyed. It is the coming of a new age. It is the destruction of a new iphone. It is the next great hype.

An angel will take you up to Heaven, and drag you against your will to the pearly gates. He will show you God and then cut you down. He will watch as you fall through clouds;

cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud after cloud,

and hit the pavement.

I will stab you with a syringe full of the AIDS virus.