God of Love

Clean up the saints and wipe the blossoms Stage a coup in Evangelion Virginity! Clay of my mouth: Arise! Hold seven solar systems in my hand Kiss them and lick them with my little tongue God of Love: you granted me a swarm of bees God of Love: you took the Kaaba through the gash Swan on the surface: Arrive! Weeping little cosmos: Announce! Call of the lambs on the rise Soft little hand, let go Child in a cape: take charge Eyes of the wooly lamb: well up Bray at the nebula of Christ Hold my teeming hand

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025