Deep Fried Human Meat(Unfinished)

Chapter 1: All is Fair with Butterfingers and Rape.

“And to do on to others as you would want them to do upon you, for the glory and the kingdom to treat others with love and respect as expect to receive, to show tender love and care and not mindless hate and harm and pointless slaughter, that is what Christ would want us to live as...” as hypocritical words of wisdom hover down the rows and out the front door in loud slow sentences, words that Father Luke Picner masks himself to live by, as behind that mask he adjusts his crotch with a great urge to piss, after “spreading the great seed of the lord,” in the back of his young altar boy’s mouth. “For being a servant of god you shall receive his blessing," as he herd the small child to a hall closet. “You shall not know the origin of his holy blessings, you shall blind yourself with this rag," handing him a dirty dried out rag from a janitor’s bucket, tying on that rag to his head was a routine ordeal from the boy.

But after having lips wiped and pants zipped up, no matter how good this boy has been, this “sinner” must ask for forgiveness as he was beat with an old phone book in a worn pillow case, “you must ask for the lord’s forgiveness for partaking in such homosexual acts,” he would sternly grunt at least once or twice, even though the poor boy does not even know what is going on, not even know what being gay is, but this was routine, all in secret. Not only was he punishing him, but warning him that he told what happened, worst were to come upon him. “With that message I leave onto you my children, blessed be your Sunday morning, Amen.” cutting church short with a quick empty ending, he slowly makes his way to the back door, putting a hand on the child’s shoulder, a signal for my more quick “blessing” before he leaves. The boy runs out into the pews to locate his mother, “Mommy, Father Luke wants me, I’m getting God’s blessing again”

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As the Father locks up...