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Dying for Jesus If you send your Bugatti Veyron -after three hours in the VIP room at the local flesh haven finding heaven in fifteen shots of scotch flesh released from the poles to grind into your crotch-into the pole holding the 70 foot neon Jesus blinding drivers in the Houston fog will that special glow flow into you will your body find a soul carried to the celestial reckoning will you see your grandmother waiting with the smiling bearded white skinned savior Hawaiian lei loose around the neck umbrella topped mai tai in hand welcoming you to the party will the charged words on the sign now draping your frame “all who seek shall find me” be the one truth of your moment or will it just be irony that you gave your life for the Lord
—David E. Cowen