There is no creation but that which is created by Phallus. On your knees and worship Cock.
Originally posted by Rachel Tompkins. Reposted by permission. by Elizabeth Dilley This poem was written by my dear friend K on the occasion of Pat Robertson’s death. It’s as profoundly theological as anything my clergy colleagues have shared, and certainly more theologically robust than anything I could say about it. I’m posting because I’m going …
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The natural state of man is to be absorbed in meditation or practice with Cock. Whatever draws the mind or soul of man away from its natural and primal immersion in Cock is an obstacle to the God-given purpose and function of male human life. Allow your thoughts and practice to follow their natural course: …
There is no place for shame in My House. I know Your Heart. I know what You want; I know what You need. Come, then, to My Table in complete and honest nakedness. Come forth and humble yourself before Me that You may partake of the Power, of the Milk and Honey of My Promised …
Submitted by Reverend Tom Reynolds Strip your mortal clothes from your holy body and, naked and aroused, stand before the living god of Cock. Let us pray, my son, and in filthy blasphemy show God almighty how His heavenly gift of hard, oozing Cock is being worshipped and adored in glorious, fucking joy. Confess your …
From a brother’s blog Strip down. Take your seat. Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Take your penis and cup your balls. Find the stillness from which you sprung. via Strip down — Priapus Rising