jesus_christ raze the text torn out of someone else's bible tells me of the sinner swimming in dark joys after cultivating the fruit that feeds salvation. sweating blood and flinching from a coward's kiss. failing to force a smile in the face of unspeakable suffering. a half-eaten feast. a mind made prey to the horrors of being pitted against his own kind. the son of god is in my pocket now, creased and careworn, the wonder and weakness of the human heart a dull flame that flickers in his tired eyes. 221229 what's it to you? who go blather from