Some were angels, some belonged in the place of furnaces.


We Were Only Following Holy Orders.

Devout, devoted, devouring –
The holy brothers' and sisters'
Scowling, cowling. Us cowering,
And counting the blisters;
The measure of the error
Of the pain of the cane:
The terror
Reign.

09:18, Fri. 03/11/2006.
(From an idea last night.)




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2006-11-03 at 13:05

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Yes. The religion of love.
2006-11-03