quiet cross.
peaceful cross.
Serenely gazing down
upon happy,
fortunate faces.
It tells all of the beauty,
the pride,
the blessing of a gentle life under its wings;
and none of the fire shit intestinal vomit drenched
torture
your limbs will endure hanging on it
left to die
with only a vague hope
that as the doves peck out your entrails
and feast on your delicate eyeballs,
you will be rewarded.
no one can see the Body.
only the cross.
Practical Blasphemy: 