some men find no passion no sanguine servitude worth worry it is from a hollow place come prophecy the deepest and saddest luster profit of prophets a stained ore of starvation and guilt from gorging come the love of hunger tip of the sword of Christ ah, here is that blood more sacred than woman,[…]
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A prophet walks into a bar and sings a hymn “I have good news, weary friends.” the drunken gods all roll their eyes ’round to hear “The almighty—he has need of your sorrows!” ‘finally, a song worth singing,’ one cries “A love, a guilt, a melody, the crying babe and laughing pauper, the sin-lover in[…]