I believe in you, my glorious and divine Penis. You are the center of my body, my life, my sexuality, and my spirituality. You fill my entire body with your sexual energy. I am totally devoted to you. You are my God and indeed my whole being.
The temple is the place of contact between man and what he considers important to him. Temples are some of the oldest buildings constructed by mankind. The temple is where man expresses his nature and celebrates his beliefs. The temple is more than a place of worship. The temple is also a place where man can feel contact and connection with others who share his beliefs. The temple is also a place to search for knowledge. In the East temples are used as universities and study centers.
The temple serves many purposes. The temple is also a place to feel absorbed in love, to feel a connection with your brothers, and a place to bond over shared beliefs and practice the rituals of worship.
The temple is the masturbator’s penis. In the temple you will seek to connect with your inner-self and acquire a deeper understanding of your connection to the divine masculine. In the temple all of us connect to the Great Erect Phallus and the Sacred Masculine. With your legs spread wide, the temple doors are open for you to focus on your cock. Follow this path: devote yourself to extended periods of masturbation and you will dive deeply into the Goon. When your legs are spread wide, representing the open temple doors for worship, you willingly expose yourself to other worshipers so they may see the beauty of the hard, veiny, pulsing, erect phallus. As you worship, the cock and balls will exhale the sweaty, heady, musky scent of masculinity. Breathe in this aroma. Let the scent flood your mind as you masturbate. You will feel a tingling throughout your body that radiates from your dick and your mind will be solely focused on the worship of the phallus.
In the temple, all ritual and phallic alchemy are performed in order to achieve growth and development.
We enter the temple every time we masturbate. This is the phallic symbology. The temple is the point of contact with your sacred center, with your true nature, with your instincts and desires. When you enter the temple your mind and spirit are in harmony and you understand the teachings of the Phallus more easily. The Phallus will relax your mind and body; it removes away the tensions of the outside world so when we return to the profane world we are recharged. We receive the welcome daily burden of service to cock at the temple. We receive the vital masculine energy while we worship at the temple. We reconnect with our brotherhood and realign our sacred-selves to the greater purpose of Priapus. Worship at the temple and strengthen your cock.Masturbate and serve the masculine GodCock.
When two or more men gather and open their temples to masturbate, a great force is created that connects all the divine power of all penises throughout time. Cock power emanates from all men before them, all men around them, and all men that will come after them, for without the sacred sperm, there were, nor will be, other men. The temple-penis points upwards like an arrow, which allows you to capture all the energy of the universe. The erect penis is like an antenna drawing energy from the universe and amplifying our masculine vibration for all men.
Open the temple doors and let it work.
This is a short portion from a roughly 40-page paper that was posted in the old but still somewhat active Tribe of Priapus Yahoo group some months ago. The original, named Livro dos Monges, was written in Portuguese. Translation to English used Google Translate, and it is now undergoing final editing and formatting.
Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood
On the odyssey of my life, I, ever a seeker, entered a forest of alluring darkness. I feared not, though, for below the swirling canopy there was a scent not unlike my own.
Roasted chestnut. Allspice. Aged Cheese. Moist soil. Rock Salt. Ale.
I did not fear because the smell made me feel like Home.
Amidst the thicket, I beheld a mighty Tower rise up; a triumphant sword against the sky.
The Tower stood tall, arrogant, proud, stout, luminous and beautiful beyond words.
“Behold the Key that undoes all locks,” a voice said. A young Man wearing nothing but copper earrings came out of the bush and knelt before the Tower.
“Behold the Iron Rod that fits and fills all spaces.” said a second, Mature Man. He walked past me, completely naked except for a silver band he wore in his ring finger. Enthralled by the exuberance of the Tower, loudly did he say, as he knelt before it:
“Behold the Battering Ram that breaches all gates.”
A third Man wearing a gold pentacle on a chain, approached us from the Tower. and thus spoke:
“Behold the Sceptre of Sovereignty, Writ of Heaven, Voice of the East, All-Father, Grandfather, High Priest, Pontifex, Deliverer of those in need, Benefactor of the hungry, Consort to the Divine Feminine, Keeper of the Secret Garden of Men, Impaling Victor, King of Kings, Raider of all ports, Conqueror of the Citadel, Bane of the Proud, Pride of the Endowed, Elder Stag, Billy Goat, Prized Bull, Chieftain, Beloved Husband, Divining Rod, Lord of Sodom, Fist of God.”
“All His Sons,” he added while looking at me in the eye, “shall bend the knee before Him.”
I knew it in an instant.
I found He who I had been looking for.
My heart beat ferociously as I approached the One Who Wore the Sun. His age was indescribable; at times he seemed older, at others he looked younger. His body pulsed with flowing vitality and intoxicating masculinity and libido. Whatever form was shown to me, it appeared to cater to my desires, to my lust past, present…
He was the source of the sweet and savory musk.
The orchard was His.
He was the Tower.
When I came before Him, excited, captivated, I was surprised to see He looked a lot like me. Perhaps it was I who looked a lot like Him. We were alike, and yet different; He was a more perfect me, a fuller me, but he was all the Men I had loved at the same time. When He smiled at me, He had the twinkle of the first Man I had sex with, the cadence of the Man I loved the most (he would eventually break my heart), the jadedness of my high school crush, the confidence and experience of the Man who introduced me to the local leather scene.
My knees jerked and gave way, intentionally or unintentionally.
“Pray tell me,” I begged in defeat, “who are You who wield this Power over me?”
“I am,” he replied, “your Heart’s innermost desire. I am Who You seek. I am the embodiment of your truest, freest Self. I am You. I am who You choose Me to be. Fight no more. Resist no more.” At last He bid:
“Meet my gaze my Son.”
“I AM COCK, YOUR GOD.”
He rose. Towering. Beckoning.
And I came to His Fold with newfound purpose. Before my baptism I had just sucked Cock. Having found God, from then on I served Men, I served Penis, my own and my Brothers’. I worshiped Him with passion, with unflinching devotion and an elated heart. I allowed Cock to inebriate my senses and vanquish any hint of doubt. I worship the God who truly loves me, a God that cannot tell lies.
I worshiped him until tears of joy and gratitude rolled down my cheeks.
“To please Your God, is to please Yourself,” He said when feeding me the Seed of Man.
“To Worship Your God is to Worship creation itself.”
“You have learned of the Self. Now you shall learn of the Other.” He motioned me to stand and brought my attention towards the Young Man with the copper earrings kneeling on my left.
“You must learn of Brotherhood.”
“This Man is Your Son, Your Nephew, Your Grandson, Your Younger Brother, Your Slut…
Looking at Him, he appeared to me as the most beautiful flirt I had laid eyes upon. So young, so sweet, so soft, so fresh to pick. While I was wildly aroused, Boy looked so young I could not tell for sure whether he was of age. I felt embarrassed that I was so turned on by his youth.
“Do not be ashamed of your hesitation, my Son,” the Pentacled Man said, “for our Brotherhood is not without ethical guidelines.
Our Brotherhood is based on Love. As such, loving consent is cardinal to our practice. We believe only adults can make informed choices about partaking of the Male Mysteries.
“This one,” said The Golden One while walking towards the Boy and rubbing the Mighty Member on his beaming face, “is legal in at least 50 American States, 50 sovereign European countries, 20 Latin American países, 54 African Nations; you get the drift.”
“Boy might be young, but He is your Senior in the Brotherhood. I personally saw to his initiation. Like all my Submissive Children, He is a Whore for Cock, and He loves it.” My Mentor said all this while fondling the Young Man’s Hair and shoving his hairy balls onto Him.
“It upsets you that I speak so shamelessly and lasciviously about our Fellow Brother in His Presence, because there are many layers to your sexuality that have been repressed and suppressed for years. “
“Look at Him.”
“He too is You. He too is God.”
“Brotherhood is about compassion; it is about the understanding and celebration of each other’s desires.”
“Will you not share of yourself with your Younger Brother?”
“We all have roles to play within the Hierarchy of the Brotherhood,” He continued. “The Alpha’s main role is to sodomize Submissives into rapture by injecting God’s Virile Energy into the chalice of their Lust, and thus, into the World.”
I gave it to Him.
At first I felt uncomfortable with the Priest of God’s lewd “encouragement.”
“Teach Him.” “Tame Him.” “Fuck Him.” He would utter every so often with wanton abandon.
However, at times it felt as if the words were coming out of my own mouth.
And Boy loved it.
And I loved it.
“You have learned of Alphahood. Now you shall learn of its Twin.” He motioned me to stand and brought my attention towards the Mature Man with the silver ring kneeling on my right.
“You must now learn of Submission.”
“This Man is Your Father, Your Uncle, Your Grandfather, Your Elder Brother, Your ‘Daddy’…
This Man is your Alpha.”
“Be it because of their size, their handsomeness, their endowment, their assertiveness, their deep, commanding voice; their sexual prowess, their charisma, their experience, their finesse, their discretion, their success in life, their emotional intelligence, their wits, their solid values, their independence, their strong will and determination, or any combination of the above, these men exude confidence and masculinity.”
“They are Alphas, natural Leaders, Protectors, Managers, Monarchs, Patriarchs; they are worshiped both within and outside our Brotherhood, for they teach others how to be Men.”
“This Evening you will learn of the joy that comes from sexually submitting to them.”
Something astonishing then happened. The Mature Man on the right stood up and my Guide, the Man with the Pentacle Necklace that had revealed the Face of God to me, knelt and took the former’s place! While the Young Man with the copper earrings grinned wickedly at me, I looked at the Priest of God; He no longer looked otherworldly and his form did not seem to change and shift like earlier before.
The Mature Man came to me. He was actually shorter than I was, but bulkier and in much better shape. His hair was lined with silver and his chest was full of fur all the way down to a magnificent low-hanger.
I could not take my eyes away from It.
“Unlike our High Priest, I am not too good with words. You fucked my Boy here real good… made me horny as hell to watch you two. Are you ready to take the same treatment?”
“What?” I blurted. It was not that I did not like to get fucked, I mean, technically I was still versatile. However I shuddered at the thought of this Bull sodomizing and doing to me the same nasty things I did to the Boy while He and The Priest watched us. Furthermore, I had not been fucked in quite a while, I feared I would not be able to take the Bull’s Big Cock!
Rather than jumping at my ass like I did with Boy, Mature Man acted like time did not matter. He slid his hands around my waist and, grabbing my back, he pulled me towards him. When my chest touched his, I felt a jolt in my nips that made them become unbelievably hard. In vain, my eyes tried to shy away.
“Look at me,” He commanded.
Without question I nervously obeyed.
He kind of looked like me. Or perhaps it was I who looked like Him.
With strong and steady hand He gently pulled my head and kissed me like no one had kissed me before. He kissed me deep, he kissed me slow. He kissed me passionately, affectionately. It felt so good it almost hurt. He put his arms around me and holding me in a warm embrace, He said:
“I love You, My Brother.”
I was moved to tears yet again. He held me tighter.
“That is alright,” He added while caressing my head. Then He whispered:
“Get on your all fours.”
I did what I was told.
Entry was not easy.
“Fight Him not,” admonished the Priest of God from the back. “Resist Him not.”
Mature Man gave me all the time I needed.
I eventually gave completely in.
The Alpha conquered me the way He had kissed me. Slowly did the Warrior subdue and invade my city. Deeply did He thrust, reaching alleys and cellars whose existence not even I was aware of. When I was completely at His Mercy, the Priest’s Voice resounded again:
“Tonight you are to be destroyed and forged anew. It is written:
‘Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.'”
“Aeneas, Ganymede,” said the Hierophant, “show the initiate the Might and Radiance of our God. Have your way with Him. Do not hold back. Leave no crevice, no corner, no chamber unfulfilled. Shatter any remaining barrier. Silence his Ego.”
“Fill Him to the brim with Cock.”
“Yes, Alexandros,” the Alpha and the Boy replied in unison.
I dived into a whirlpool, a maelstrom of sheer, unbridled homosexual lust. Old and young took turns at sodomizing not just my anus and mouth, but my ears, my heart, my mind. They flooded my soul with poetry, liturgy and obscenity…
…and I could not have enough of it.
“You hereby, in Body, Soul and Mind, belong to Him,” said the High Priest.
“You now belong to Cock.”
From that day on, my name is Diogenes, shibuishi-wearing mystic, philosopher, onanist, libertine and proud acolyte of the God Cock.
Free, at last, from the shackles of my conditioning, guilt, and shame, I am finally able to truly choose who I want to be.
I choose Myself.
I choose Man.
I choose Cock!
Dedicated with love and gratitude to all the Men of the Brotherhood.
When we can focus on our lust, that becomes utmost important. That is why I edge. I know I will need to harness that energy at another time when I will need it most. To have that desire to have a hard cock in my mouth.
To stare at the beauty of precum dribbling down the shaft of a hard mushroom shaped penis. The cum-filled balls tightening up knowing that anytime they will violently erupt. Such truth makes my Cock swell with lust and pleasure. The spraying of holy sperm brings delight to a waiting mouth.
May our cocks harden to the rhythm of our pumping fists and pleasure to each other for that is what we are for. That is what brothers do, make each other hard in lust. Worshipping Cock is the greatest thing man can do.
I consider it an honor and challenge that words instill lust and desire to bate or to fuck. Cock demands no less of us. like precum from the slit of Cock, Words make my God pulse and throb in greater lust. My Cock leapt and twitched with lust as I read these words, for I am a servant of Cock! Amen!
— by Cruisingforu and TJMaxxx69
God made man in His own image.
Praise be to cock. May cock bless you today. Focus on cock. Let cock burn into your loins. May his lusts fill your heart, soul, and mind. May your body be a vessel for cock. Submit yourself in such a way that your body receive his holy sacrament. Poppers, trance music and icon images stoke the fires for worship between the legs of man. Proudly worship the cock before you and its holy seed. The beauty of phallus is exalted. Hail mighty phallus!! May your lusts transform you in your desires and seduce man in your worship of cock god. Listen to God, for the beast between your legs will talk to you in constant arousal to suck seed in life. Praise Priapus for our erections for cock is everything and the only thing we desire. We are tools to connect with God Phallus. That connection of man to God also brings us to worship man to man to lead others to God Cock. We are tools of Cock. We are vessels of Cock. We are disciples of Cock, for the fire is in our loins and in our gates to receive His holy sacrament.
When I go into ritual, I never really know what I’m going to get out of it. Or what lessons I’m to learn. I usually go in because it feels just incredible. I love a good goon. 😉
On this occassion, I believe my mind needed to learn a lesson of masculinity. As a gay man, I think I’ve unknowingly struggled with my masculinity. I feel and know I’m a man, but culture has taught me that I’m really just a sissy fag. I’ve even learned to kinda like the idea. A defense mechanism to not just be depressed all the time perhaps.
But within, I don’t find any traces of female energy. Nothing against it, but I don’t honestly feel it. I’m maybe a little boyish, innocent, but never feminine.
As a gay man, I’ve always been attracted to MEN. And our culture, especially here in the US, deems that if you’re attracted to MEN then you’re somehow partly woman. This has always deeply and subconsciously fucked with me.
Through this ritual, I began to see myself not as some half woman. Some half sissy whose into dick. Instead I looped backward. And backward.
A Cock spills Its Seed to create life. But another Cock spilled Its Seed to create that life. And so on and so until the beginning. To our God. Our creator.
But what is Cock? Beyond its pleasure. Beyond its power over all Men and Women? What is our sacred roles here on this earth?
I believe Men are designed as protectors. Creating worlds and spaces where life can be created. Where Man’s Cock can be open and free to spread Its Seed. Where Cock can come to life. Be alive and create. That is the ONLY purpose of Cock. Creation.
As a gay man, I have spent decades feeling unwanted. Unneeded. For I am not part of that sacred bond. That creation story.
And yet I felt my purpose. For we face darkness in our life and through that still remain good and kind and strong. We are protectors ourselves. Keepers of kindness. We are tested and strengthened in this life. Bonded even closer to God Cock in the next. The longer and stronger and kinder we become, the more powerful we are to being that protector.
My home is a space for Cock. My body is a space for Cock. This life is a gym for the soul. Testing and strengthening my bond to Cock.
Our Lust for Cock is the eternal Bond with our Creator. It is unbreakable. It is undeniable. Darkness desires us to feel shame for this bond. To separate us from our purpose of creating such a grand world of love and peace.
The ways of the world is all a struggle between nothing and kindness. Without openness we can not create and there is nothing. We can not bond.
As gay men, we must not believe we are unworthy. Or unwanted. But created as knights in a realm of masculine energy. Protectors and guards against the chaos of darkness. It requires all our energy. And eventually, we will perish. Hopefully old and happy! And stronger and closer to Cock than when we started.
Men, by nature, are giving and open creatures. But also fiercely protective. Women are, by nature, more nurturing and healing. Men protect. Women heal. It is the way of life. And anyone who upsets this balance, one way or the other, brings out chaos. And darkness.
As times passes, we seem to be moving into an age of feminine energy. Women seek to bring inclusion and peace. Healing centuries of male domination. Inclusion in a isolating world. Which in some ways has brought us great ease from long suffering. It is far better today to live openly as a gay person or person of color than a century ago.
I don’t doubt that this will be done too far and allow too much darkness to also come to power. And the cycle begins again. War will someday return.
Humans seem to be evolving over time like a child evolves from a baby.
Learning and over correcting until we are a balanced and beautiful creation. Perhaps when we are more merged with computers and technology. Humans are so evolved now we have taken in our own hands own continuing evolution.
We will evolve from humans back into the same pure pleasure beings that we were created from. Like all things, things are designed in cycles. Evolve and grow and spread.
On Sunday, I already had plans with work to catch the Chargers/Broncos football game. A ritual of war with Men attempting to win based on stength, skill, and mental stamina.
The women standing on the sides encouraging and nurturing the energy of war (all played out symbolically). It is all a show to prove one Cock’s worthiness over another. We worship that which our minds believes is closest to the God Cock.
Our anxiety and stresses come from our disconnect with our own desired perfection.
But think of life, my brothers, as a test of your strength and stamina as well. As we are all protectors of kindness. Openness. For if we do not open, we can not enter.
And there will always be nothing. Darkness. Blackness. Which happens if we give up. We give in. Like water, darkness will slip into any tiny crack.
Cock Worship to me is pleasurable. Cock Worship to me is sensual. Cock Worship is fucking FUN. AND HOT. But I also believe it is a sacred and eternal experience.
Something ancient and mysterious and also something so future it feels unreal and ridiculous.
The next time You engage in Cock Worship, know that Cock is the most sacred and profound part of the Universe Cycle. Right there. In Your hand. Not just sex. But in all we do.
Beyond anything, even in the over think of this message, it is the most pleasurable feeling in the whole of the universe. I think we could agree on that.
— Ace Kougar
I am cumming to believe:
To engage in the worship of Cock enshrined in the vehicle of flesh is as essential and natural to the core of being as dependence on water and air.
To be aroused and compelled to worship Cock made manifest in the flesh of another is the procession of being on the pilgrimage for enlightened cum-union.
To make manifest the flesh of Cock in the engagement of worship by another is to obey the commandment of being the instrument of Cock.
To be penetrated by the heat and glory of Cock is the sacrament of surrender in being one with Cock.
— Brother TeeJay
It is early Saturday morning. One hour before my intended time to wake up, the body is tossing and rolling and turning on my bed. My neocortex, the rational, human brain, struggles, at least at first, to understand what is going on.
“We are supposed to be snoring and drooling,” it says; and all factors prove it rationally right. It has been a long week, the body needs to catch up with deprived and much necessary sleep after a busy week at my wage-slave job.
But the body, restless and stubborn, seems to have a mind of its own. Itching and twitching, it decidedly chooses to disobey the “higher” brain’s commands.
With these small acts of rebellion, the animal mind often overrides the will of pompous intellect. Although it already knows the answer, the brain inquires in defeat: “What is it that you want?”
The entire body cries in unison:
WE WANT PENIS!
WE WANT PLEASURE!
All other thoughts pushed aside along with the often boring and lecturing rational mind, one hand dives straight towards my laptop and the other reaches for thick and greasy shortening while the entire body chants and sings in unison:
WE WANT PENIS!
WE WANT COCK!
I push myself to the EDGE of orgasm within seconds as the animal wallows and feasts on exquisite, pornographic icons of MALE and COCK LUST. LUST BUILDS and RAGES and I delight in my found ACCEPTANCE of the FACT I am a MASTURBATOR, a HOMOSEXUAL PIG, and a SUBMISSIVE COCK SLUT.
BEAMING with understanding, the INTELLECT JUMPS IN to JOIN the GAME of PLAYING WITH ITSELF:
IT TEASES THE ANIMAL:
“YOU ARE SUCH A WHORE. WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?”
Without hesitation, I reply while BEATING MY DICK:
I WANT COCK…
I WANT BIG, UNCUT, THICK, SMELLY, JUICY, FAT COCK!
I PROMPT MYSELF TO CONFESS WHAT, ONCE AND AGAIN, I LONG TO HEAR:
“WHERE and HOW DO YOU WANT IT, BITCH?”
I feel a rush of RAW SEXUAL POWER as my ENTIRE SOUL UTTERS WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF SHAME or REMORSE:
I WANT IT RAW AND DEEP WITHIN MY STINKY, HUNGRY, FAGGOT HOLE!
I WANT COCK; MY GOD, MERCILESSLY RAMMING HIS WAY INTO THE DEEPEST CREVICES OF MY RAUNCHY and GREEDY MAN-HOLE, PLOWING IT, INVADING IT, VEHEMENTLY CLAIMING WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY HIS TO TAKE!
That is the NATURE of MY LUST.
That is what TURNS MY PENIS ON.
MY PENIS DEMANDS THE CELEBRATION OF THAT LUST, THE INDULGENCE OF THAT SEXUAL DESIRE.
My MASTURBATION is by no means mere FANTASIZING, or the ILLUSORY APPEASING of a BLIND DESIRE…
MY MASTURBATION, YOUR MASTURBATION, OUR MASTURBATION, is literally and act of CREATION which CALLS and MANIFESTS OUR SEXUAL DESIRES into EXISTENCE!
WHATEVER YOUR LUST (DESIRE) IS, YOURS PENIS SEEKS TO WILL INTO EXISTENCE.
THIS IS THE FOUNDATION OF MALE SEXUAL MAGIC.
YOU CAN ACTUALLY USE YOUR ACCUMULATING SEXUAL ENERGY TO CREATE.
But perhaps, your desire is simply to INDULGE and TREAT yourself, and that is PERFECTLY FINE.
THE VARIOUS EXPRESSIONS OF YOUR SEXUALITY ARE A CELEBRATION, A SACRAMENT, A FEAST YOUR WHOLE SELFSEEKS TO PARTAKE OF.
When SLEEPING, the BODY DRAWS from PRANA, the PERMEATING FORCE that SUSTAINS PHYSICAL LIFE:
The MALE ANIMAL, being the SEXUAL BATTERY that he is, “RECHARGES” at night; directly from the EARTH, indirectly from the SUN, but also and most importantly from the luminous connection with the SOURCE.
IT IS ONLY NATURAL TO WAKE UP FEELING ENERGIZED and AROUSED…
YOUR PENIS REQUIRES *AND DEMANDS* DAILY ATTENTION.
HOWEVER, IT IS NOT A DESIRE EXCLUSIVE TO YOUR PENIS, FOR REMEMBER, THERE IS NO SEPARATION.
IT IS YOUR ENTIRE BODY THAT CRAVES THIS PLEASURE.
EVERY SINGLE CELL IN YOUR BODY WANTS TO PARTAKE OF THE PURE, EXHILARATING BLISS TAKEN FROM THE MASTURBATION OF YOUR PENIS.
SEXUAL PLEASURE CAN BECOME A WAY TO REAFFIRM, HEAL AND EMPOWER YOURSELF.
In order to ACCOMPLISH this, IT MUST BE PURE.
YOU MUST OVERCOME THE GNAWING FEELINGS OF GUILT and SHAME THAT SOCIETY CREATED TO SABOTAGE and SHORT-CIRCUIT your DIGNITY and INTEGRITY as a WHOLE, HEALTHY and SELF-DETERMINED HUMAN BEING.
DISCARD the IDEA that MASTURBATION is something to be “OVERCOME;” a “CHILDISH STAGE,” a mere “BLOCK” or “STEP” towards the realization of your “MATURE SEXUALITY,” which ultimately means INTERCOURSE with the OPPOSITE SEX to keep the HUMAN FARM going.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN MASTER!
YOU WIELD IN YOUR HAND A WEAPON, A WAND; A TOOL WHOSE POWER WE HAVE JUST BEGUN TO UNDERSTAND.
LET YOUR PENIS STAND TALL, TURGID, MERRY AND PROUD.
When your FATHER RISES, his BEAUTIFUL, LIFE-GIVING LIGHT SHINING at the BREAK OF DAWN, MAY YOUR DIVINE and HOLY PHALLUS SOAR AS WELL.
EXERT YOUR DIVINE RIGHT TO WHOLENESS, TO THE PLEASURE YOU SEEK TO EXPERIENCE and EXPRESS.
YOU NEED NOBODY’S SANCTION, NOBODY’S PERMISSION.
Why would you?
YOU ARE A PHALLIC GOD YOURSELF.
Man’s Cock is God and the Soul of the man; the place between a man’s legs is the Church; and the worship of all cocks creates the Cathedral. Our Holy Cathedral is alive in the absolute and promiscuous worship of All Cocks everywhere and at all times.