the chalice had sharp broken edges on its rim with stains of blood along it’s stem a shylock merchant said it was safe to drink from and that the nectar at the bottom was an elixir surely used by midas tho the pungent smell of death permeated the air around it the odorous decay of souls but greed’s disciples grasped the chalice and drank hoping to taste the elixir and possess their golden dreams but the chalice only contained the blood of fools
history of men death’s dark angels wingless night creature messengers of evil life’s slave traders gold for souls believers in prayer fee for redemption
death’s fallen angels always spoke lies saying they’re mistreated and unfairly judged claiming that truth is but falsehood calling on men to protect them
after so much dialogue about prayer this past week i was wondering what aunt bea thought about all this public combat on religious observances so i stopped by on my way home from work she said public prayer lets folks know you have something in common with them or serves as a how great i art vulgar marketing ploy but private prayer lets you have an uninterrupted conversation with the divine it makes folks feel better to have expressed what is already known one thing’s for sure prayer for power is not the same as the power of prayer
corpse evangelists cannibals of god feasting on the souls of their flock using the bound word for searing the flesh of unborn children to solicit silver coins coins used fill their private martini glasses