4072. THE YOUNG PRIEST IS WALKING VATICAN CITY

THE YOUNG PRIEST

IS WALKING VATICAN CITY

I am a member of a church run only by males.

I walk along the postcard streets so that people

can take snapshots of all the handsome young men

in cassocks and collars. I spend my time with brothers

and fathers of the Lord, who seem to dote on old

ladies and kids. I walk amidst effeminate preachers

coaxing answers from dead skin - things others have

asked about - as if I knew the solution to anything real.

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I proclaim my faith for the Virgin Mother, the Sacred

Heart, the beating with flame, the tongues of fire, and

the lashings upon the cross. My figure of devotion is

a partially-clad young man writhing in agony with

flagellant wounds on his somewhat sensuous body. I

answer to others about why this is so: 'It is to show

the humanity of the Lord, and the workings of God

among us. He too became a mortal man made of

attractive flesh. The flesh by which we fall.'

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I mean no harm.

I talk no evil. I speak

to young boys who assist me

in the early morning masses.

I adjust their collars and cassocks

so that they too can be just like me.

I seek for new vocations.

I bring young men to the Lord.

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(I seek to absolve all Mankind).