Are you numbing, dumb and full of cum like someone overrun in my demons?

That's what we're reading in the hot of some Satanic sun.

Have you lost your way?

Are you lost along the way?

Like some child calling out for the mommy?

But mommy doesn't dance, sir.

Do you hear the clowns play accordion and pick a low above your grave

as you are lower down into a popper's home?

Are you lost on fire on fire?

Lost within the fires of hell, smelling that infernal steep

that arises from the devil's peak?

My name is Jim Church.

I'm a lightning struck survivor, a vet,

and most importantly, I'm the return of Jesus Christ and of Cyrus.

I want you to come to my compound.

I can heal you by making love to your wife or to you.

Are you looking for solutions?

To the plight of being human,

as you knew upon a temporal cross made of the past and future?

Hanging like a Jesus bug,

hoping for some kind of hug,

a little bit of mercy.

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