lhzthepoet:

“I come to worship at a broken temple of a body. His mouth no match for any will. The caverns of his bones full of his sufferings.
His whispers. His cleverness. His hands. Corruption; touching and seeping into the hollow of the heart. It is a greedy gospel, but at least He also prays at m i n e.”

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Excerpt from Modern Romantics // L.H.Z