Yes my followers Take up the Cross and shove it up your ASS. Defile the Cross that we Crucified Christ on. Defile it in any and every way you can think of. While Defiling it chant HAIL SATAN. Do it Today and every day if possible. HAIL SATAN!!! FUCK Jesus!!!
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Defile
"Agresto, bring up the rear . . . Agresto?" —Sergeant Dremark Eigen, last words
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The glass danced along the sidewalk,
So to break the night
And declare my victory -
A validation for my
Inebriation,
And need to numb, “real.”
The lady in that black velvet
Dress made me a, “hero,”
The night prior, and I,
In turn, made a fool
Of love,
And other things, sacred,
The next morning.
It was only with the stench of guts,
Dejection, long walks, not
Quite home, but under suns,
Tortuous,
That I yawned,
And maybe yearned for more.
So in drunk’s stead,
My cat yawns in the sill
And the soft snoring of my son
Sings of these newer nights,
Solace. So -
The world was now right.
The world was now pleasant.
The world was just that, the world.
- H.H. (2022)
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The only shortcut in a bog is to the bottom.
-Defile
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The impulse for transgression and a taste for abasement is not so difficult to locate and arouse. Because of course it is thrilling to be astutely defiled. To have every revered trait and inimitable asset compromised, undermined, and subverted.
Claire-Louise Bennett, Checkout 19: A Novel (Riverhead Books, March 1, 2022)
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The glass danced along the sidewalk,
So to break the night
And declare my victory -
A validation for my
Inebriation,
And need to numb, “real.”
The lady in that black velvet
Dress made me a, “hero,”
The night prior, and I,
In turn, made a fool
Of love,
And other things, sacred,
The next morning.
It was only with the stench of guts,
Dejection, long walks, not
Quite home, but under suns,
Tortuous,
That I yawned, And maybe yearned for more.
So in drunk’s stead,
My cat yawns in the sill
And the soft snoring of my son
Sings of these newer nights,
Solace. So -
The world was now right.
The world was now pleasant.
The world was just that, the world.
Hathaway Hayes (2022)
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