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Heathen
Your nails and bolts formerly lingered
in sweat-blistered palms, dripping
over anointed clay. Windows were
made to face the steeple. The roof
shielded fire. The walls were even
painted white, soaked in water,
crucifixions, and demon pesticide.
But the pathogens have managed
to fill crevices. Lucifer's graffiti stains
them now, petrified by Hell's ashes.
