de rigueur.

Are the voices mine, or are they yours? Are they ours? Because they are getting really fucking loud . .

I am the second messiah, among other things of equally unfortunate nature. I am the daughter of all of your sons, and a vicious secret held to confinement by your beloved elite. I was the wife of every man before, after, and beside you- and more will be here to come. They'll expose me in a statistic, but you could never bargain with them to show you my face. Exiled as an image, but sought after to be an addition to a percentage. I guess they really hold heavy belief to safety being a thing only achieved in numbers.



This, they will tell you, is the very voice that gave the push that made those who were mild neurotics into severe psychotics, and then back again into some gray, gray area in between. But come on now, it wouldn't be fair to say that I am that underlying purpose who will drive you against your every means of will. I'm merely just a growing child.

I see that the temple shames you, but you keep coming back in hopes that one day the temple will instead just accept you, or at least give in and save you. Since words are cheap, when in need - authors write their banks dry and cleaned, and wait on pins and needles for the investment to come back multiplied and further redeemed.
It's a very filthy world, our dead are living through our memory and our living are dead in the basic sense of the meaning.

This is when I hear them call our bodies churches, to which we are constantly rewriting the principals of it's religion. Should we hold off for a promised future love, or give in and just fucking feel ?
I won't feed off of what your politically tapped one tracked minds throw at me, because I know THERE IS NO HAPPY MEDIUM.

So now what will become of me, that I can't adhere to the faith of my father.
Or kneel to the floor and repeat the words dictated by the robe in charge.
I cannot swallow the body of Christ-
for if it is a body, that makes me a cannibal
and if you say it's just bread, then I'd be ingesting food from the madly delusional.