I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression. This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed. In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance.
A play on words or words on play. Last chapter, verse in the final act. Words well scripted, each sentence choking. Inaudible gay, blanket which suffocates.
A grim myriad, a gray kaleidoscope. Sterile, constrating. Born and die, institutionalized. A bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad. . Cross indexed, cross dissected.