so she puts on a fucking plastic crown at the thrift store and suddenly i feel the angel gabriel n the holy spirit subside in my soul

with the evangelicals she rules with a dainty iron fist her crown of immaculate conception drips honey and melted gold and it's slipping from her head ever so slowly: flaxen locks mixing with a almond colored substance rich and smooth it deluges down to her breasts she's a dulcet heaven bound queen and she'll never b mine