Is THAT Rose Still A Rose...?

A rose is a rose

With it's soft, pretty plume

A treat for the nose

With it's petals in bloom

What if I told you, at the heart of the plume,

is not that of a vagina, but the ass of a groom?

What if I told you, the stiff, thorny stalk,

is not that of the stem, but my hard, horny cock?

Is THAT rose still a rose?

Or is it a festering stick, rooted deep within Hell,

where fertilized foulness hardens and grows?

Deeper! Still deeper, into Satin's hot well!

When all has been said, the bees are all dead...

pollinated by flies and guilt laden lies!

If you don't say that you're gay

and you don't act on your pleasure...

when you go before God, your soul naked and bare

are you any less gay?  Is there truly no measure?

God is all knowing...

Sees what you're not showing...

If your soul's filled with lust for that of a man,

DAMN, DAMN, TRIPLE DAMN!

You reap what you're sewing, you know where you're going!

Heaven or bust...? 

Git rid of your lust... be clean, be pure, that's surely a must

If you don't heed, then, please take my lead,

ass slathered in glide...onto Satin's pole, I'm ready to ride!

RafeDe

Just a quick parting thought to gnaw over this beautiful Easter weekend.  I realize not everyone is religious or, necessarily believes in God and Jesus' Resurrection, but it is something that often weighs heavy on my mind, and I wanted to share my thoughts.  I hope that I haven't offended anyone with my beliefs (yesterday or today).  Religion and spirituality is a very personal thing, and, honestly, I truly just hope everyone can, if nothing else, just enjoy the beauty of Spring, as nature wakes from it's restful slumber.  May everyone's spirit awaken with the return of the birds and the re-birth of blooming, sweet smelling flowers.

Bless you all, as you are all beautiful--

Rafa