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A voice like satin, her words inviting Heartbeats quicken and carnal passions burn Unholy kiss, the devil enticing A deadly sin, for her bosom gods yearn In the eyes of this wicked succubus Reverent martyrs, saints, and saviors find Welcome dangers in Temptation’s caress Her wake leaving heavenly armies blind While the most faithful men, by her scent kissed Send unanswered pleas to the almighty For even the holy cannot resist The call of a pagan Aphrodite And Desire craves the taste of her skin Two merged as one in consecrated sin

It was hot. Impossibly hot. A constant droning in my ears like death flies to a carcass, but I was inside? In a building surrounded by concrete and metal, plastic and glass, sweat and heat pressing against my back and running scalding fingers across my cheeks and I wake up. Stress dreams. There’s nothing quite like waking up in a panic, is there? Shallow breaths and a pounding heart over little more than an illusion of the sub-conscious, but I roll out of bed anyway, and head to the shower, moving my fingers (slowly – deliberately) to relieve them of the stiffness they’ve become so accustomed to as of late. I notice that my

she found fennel beneath her pillow, and felt the familiar flutter of glassfish between her ribs. to distract herself, she scattered the reddest petals in her bathwater. she braided poppies in her hair and, gasping, let regret invade her lungs.

Let's face it. At some point, somewhere, a religiously enlightened person, has told you about their personal revelation. How they felt blinded for their entire life, but suddenly something had happened, and they started believing. How they had discovered God - probably the Christian god. Or, in some cases, the Muslim god. Or the Jewish god. The Mormon god. You get the point, right? They can't all be right, can they? These gods all had prophets and were responsible for miracles witnessed by hundreds of people and they obviously contradict each other, and that's without taking into account Buddha, Vishnu and the giant flying penis monster. If

Look at all these beautiful perfect people/skies/mountains/stars/laws of physics/spaghetti. Surely this thing cannot be a coincidence - chances are less than 1 in an upvertibrillion! Someone must have made it! Let me get this straight. If I shuffle a deck with 10000 cards and spread it on my floor, achieving a particular pattern, by the same logic that would make me a god. There's no way in hell this pattern could have been random. Chances for me to obtain it are less than 1 in a fucktallion (fucktallion is a bigger number than upvertibrillion). See what I did there? The reason our laws of physics are working is simply because that's how ou