Cod-Piece-Warriors

They speak about living like saints But they all live their lives as sinners Covering their corroded souls with colorful paints Dutifully eating their ritual dinners They act as if they are better than all the others Their beliefs tell them to accept the outcasts But they will never look at us as brothers The irony makes me laugh Harlot, drunkard, thief, names that they call us Never will they see that they are describing themselves Hippocrates and false prophets indulging, they must! Doing everything their faith stands against we see once we delve Only if they could see the perversion of their unholy covenant But all they can see is them

        The rustle of sheets, a few sleepy murmurs then the quiet resumes. A tall man, naked except for boxer-briefs. He picks up the rest of his clothes that are scattered around the room. As he heads towards the door he casts a sparing glance at the sleeping blonde entangled in the sheets. His brown eyes are filled with what can only be described as disdain and contempt. With a final sniff, he turns away and leaves the room.        I can't tell you how it started, because honestly, I don't know. And I can't tell you how it will end either, because we haven't gotten there yet, but if you stick around long enough, I can tell you what's happ

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