Priest App
Father’s on a mission—
fucking anything moving.
Finding soft targets, firing
his heat-seeking Hellfire
Missile into any orifice the
Devil may be hunkered down in
Father, weaponized, is waging
his ‘one man’ war on sin. Putting
himself in harm’s way. The bell
tower’s his black site. He puts
boots on the ground, shorts on
the ground, panties on the ground
practicing enhanced interrogation
And the Papacy plays Musical
Priests—after Father has fucked
up enough lives in a locale
And the jig’s up! The Papacy
switches on its APP centuries
old. The Papacy switches on its
tried, tested, true, foolproof APP:
Apologies Payouts Pedophilia (to
be continued…)
Infector-in-Chief, Boss Tweet, Refuses to mask his lie hole. He insists on leaving out his snout— Normally affixed to CEO posteriors.
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