They way Catholicism takes your children,
When the shame was in creation,
Dogmatic dogs masks,
My sacrament stains their facade,
Into more beautiful colors then repression,
Into a ritual so ancient it doesn't have to lie or fabricate,
Mystery is mystery, sorry
And colorful costumes aren't content,
Content is real,
And doesn't have to brag,
Just dance to the pulse,
Maybe Enhance our mother,
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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