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At eight years old, I met God.
Filling my senses, filling my body.
Against the empty pews, I cried,
This is good, God is good.
God burrowed himself into me,
Splitting my body in halves.
Panting, sticky and wet,
Like the clouds of the heavens.
At eight years old, I met God.
He demanded I repent.
Come, come, come for me, he growled.
So I cried, this is good, God is good.
God reached back and struck me,
Once, twice. Again, again.
My body naked and pure,
I'm becoming born again.
At eight years old, I met God.
God is good, but God hurts.
God grunted, digging his claws in my skin,
And I was baptized from the inside.
God remained inside me, even as he exited.
Taking the form of a piercing ache.
He took me by the shoulder and spoke,
Not all gospel is meant to be spread.
So keep this secret, okay?
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Milky
Omg im so sorry i thought this would be one of those horrid christian posts where they would try to force christoanity onto someone
me to
by xxx_darkenergy_xxx; ; Report
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I was so confused when I saw the blog at start, I'm so sorry that happened to you :( I hope you're doing okay, that you got/are getting the help you deserve. I'm proud of you for writing it, I can imagine it must have been difficult to do so, and if you need anything you can dm me
.𖥔 ݁ ˖Atlas˖ ݁ 𖥔.
I had read the preview on the blog page, and it confused me at first
After I read it, I understood
I'm sorry if this happened to you . . . I hope ur well !
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I cried/srs
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by vodkamorgue; ; Report
Liberating madness
Reading this evokes a rage that simply overflows from my vessel leaving only clarity and the will to destroy yet the vessel remains feeling like a wolf devouring itself.