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Shinato-Kawasaki

Published: Jul 21, 2014

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YYNXS

Jul 22, 2014

This, like much of your work, is truly epic in it's expanse. Free verse here summarizes four semesters of college comparative religion. In translation the following concepts must be known. This is the body of Christ. This is the blood of Christ. Old testament Yahweh. New Testament Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Old testament kings. Catholic priest pederasts. Lucifer cast down. Mohammed. Da Vinci Code (well maybe not Da Vinci Code).

Within, and as part of, these western religio precepts, this is blasphemy, and done well.

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