how we stand and watch them pissing on the face of the fallen Madonna we look at her cradling her crucified infant bleeding from his ankles into the mouths of a thousand painted whores fucking the pope in his ass with the alabaster icons who cares? not the saints on the pillars who turn their heads preferring the silver of every Judas sleeping on the street wringing their broken hands in despair shouting to God as all the altars are desecrated why have You forsaken us? aren’t our knees bruised enough for You?
The saints turn their heads .
Bravo Marc .
cheers
I don't know why, put I pictured a doomsayer preaching this poem while standing on Madonna's Hollywood star. 😆
well I'm glad it provoked some type of image in your mind