TONIGHT

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Tonight;
Let your laps
be the Paradise I dreamt of,
With your cuddles – home of rest.
Let me murder you –
Not in cold blood, but
In sweats and goose pimples.
Let your remains be nailed to my cross
And your soul driven to heaven,
As I  baptise you
With this sacred fluid from my temple.
I am Emmanuel
©2017.

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