Tuesday, July 28, 2026

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I have guided children, lovers, and escapists towards the unjust fires of Hell. I have read thousands of intimate poetry that they slip in their mouthed invocations. Lips like theirs so full of feeling, so full of myself that they rebel against my judgement. Are they mine to move, or theirs? I am banished for feeling anything at all.  

It can't come quickly enough.¹

All I ask is for your forgiveness in every one of your deaths.

1. Scissor Sisters, "It Can't Come Quickly Enough," track 8 on Scissor Sisters, Polydor Records, 2004.

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