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…)
The world birthed in the near extinction of one-fifth of humanity still exists, in the social relations bequeathed to the Americas by conquistadors and enslavers.
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The final 2019 UN Group of Experts Report on the Democratic Republic of the Congo confirms that Congo’s eastern neighbor Rwanda remains a haven for smuggling Congolese minerals.
Obama’s cynical analysis of youth activism was yet another dog whistle to the wealthiest and most conservative sections of white America.
Standing out in the cold shivering, shoveling white bean soup in my mouth, A mentor appears, two assistants in tow. Mind butcher shop sharp with a
