Darkness had no need Of aid from them--She was the Universe.-Byron
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The Distorted Saint
I have a choice to make,
To decide which pain to live with,
The shock of what might happen,
Or the ache of what never will,
I must have the mind of the dead,
to ignore both of these,
the insults thrown by people,
and the glory given by the same,
I kill the imposter in me,
So I can make peace with myself,
who are you today distorted saint?
saint of distortion,
saint of the in-between,
Distorted Saint,
Not the martyr kind, not the halo kind,
Just the fractured Kind,
One who stepped out of a cracked mirror,
and decided the shards looked better as clothing
You wear the broken glass like silk,
each edge catching light that isn’t there,
refusing to smooth the edges,
refusing to soften the cut.
No prayers, no penance,
just the quiet click of becoming,
another attempt to name you,
another failure that feels like worship.
You are the saint who blesses contradiction,
who canonizes the unresolved,
who stands half-covered, fully armed,
with nothing but your own refusal to choose.
Saint of distortion,
you make the static holy.
Saint of the in-between,
you make the fracture feel like home.
So I stand here with my dead man’s mind,
killing the imposter again and again,
until the only thing left wearing the shards
is me—
learning to walk like you,
learning to stare like you,
learning that peace
is not the absence of pain,
but the willingness to wear it
as clothing.
Distorted saint,
fractured and shining,
I choose the ache of becoming
over the shock of staying the same.
Who am I today?
Whoever steps out of the mirror next.
-DistortedSaint
Hang em publicly and let it rot
BONES attributed to Saint Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, kept since 1098 in Saint-Nicolas-de-Port, in Meurthe-et-Moselle, were STOLEN from their reliquary inside the basilica, then DESTROYED.
The suspect, arrested at his home, admitted to SMASHING the display case protecting the reliquary, then stealing its contents, BURNING the bones and CRUSHING them out of a “desire to destroy.”
(Source: L'Est Républicain)
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Sin wears the mask of freedom until the soul asks to be free. Only then does the prison reveal itself.
—Dostoevsky
A Doing Word.
Love. Love is a doing word,
Love is an action for another,
Patient in the face of struggle,
Kind against the hands of hurt,
Love flowers brightly on hearts of the hopeful.
It endures the strife, the boredom and the hurt,
It bears the weight of of another,
It rejoices in Truth and does not insist in it's own way.
Love heals the hurts of the past with gentle hands,
Love holds the broken spirit and comforts the downtrodden,
Love does not look on with green eyes,
Love does not crow it's accomplishments,
Love does not bring down or belittle,
Love builds. Love carries. Love sings.
Love is an action.
-DistortedSaint
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“…The perfectly just man will have to endure the lash, the rack, chains, the branding-iron in his eyes, & finally, after every extremity of suffering, he will be crucified…”
—Plato
(Republic 2.361e - 2.362a)
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The most powerful pro-choice video I’ve ever seen. If you watch this and still think abortion should be legal, I don’t know what to tell you.
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if you think I’m gorgeous send me money 🫶🏻 or I’ll bite you with my vampiric canines + dentition… human bites are very dangerous, you know... research it
