hallowed horns upon his head
with saintly strides for sin
crowns her flesh upon his bed
to find the heart within
planted seeds upon this land
find fullness where they're sown
sainted hips can't understand
what grace in flesh and bone
skin is stroked by fingered brush
God's canvas made to paint
gifts spring forth by holy gush
to bless this sinner's saint
~Moses Apollo
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