potential title: God told me to pimp out my hearse

I met god today,
Her voice was hoarse, croaking from the bellows of her core trying to get me to listen.
I shielded myself in the face of holiness, covered my ears and
Oh how she cried.
Shrieks of torment echo through this vile mess of ventricle cubicles.

I stop, everything stops.

She spoke softly, eyes ( Read more... )