These souls were not to save. They were being saved and the whores who hobbled about with infection drawn upon their skin and tragedy upon their youths, were merely cunting priests whose moral servitude was to invite the devil between their thighs and gaping mouths and to swallow whole; like an open drain, the residue that built upon normal men, threatening to colour them badly, of which they must scrape off of their skin and cleanse the avenues of their minds in a storm of debauching indecency.
Excerpt - Coffee and Sugar ₢ 2013
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