human jesus
his webs draped in the color of brazillian coffee
beautiful, beautiful
Pariah stuffs our sins inside Him like a piñata
human jesus
His sternum lies crooked from carrying our bloated sins
he asks
the mother to sharpen His rusted knife but the
Pariah's sternum
stays broken because of Padre Pio's mistakes and although
Pariah's tongue
still tastes like Portugual His skin breathes of stigmata
human jesus
bury yourself in the rainforest, but you won't rise in
Vatican City
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