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If God is omnipresent ,  then your mouth is an altar. Be kind towards the apple you bite, And to the current of fire hidden in a lake. If they find you whispering my name, the clouds will call it a miracle and wrap it in rain , to the museum of sainthood. I will then let to have a rope over my neck and trot along , And let you lift your knife until my neck. You are the priest, You are the god, And the beast. I rot, in your memory. If God is omnipresent,  then your eyes are shrines. It is an adventure not to fall in half love with your glass walls and cement floors. If they find me sitting on your steps,  then the winds  will praise your kindness and  make you a  scarlet sand star.  I will pull my memory, ribbon like and dripping , into your floor and  put cherries on my mouth  when they stone me. You are the sanctum  and the slaughter house. I bleed, in holy pain. If God is omnipresent,then  your hands are scriptures  where th...