Poem, Not Actually Religion, Twirl The Evil Out
The Sin Wheel
March 27, 2025
the horses on our centrifuge go up and down
our twelve valve in-line engine spins it round
all the badness in your heart flies out
no devotion necessary, no emotions left to flout
our music and our painting in green and gold
uplift your spirits while your horse you hold
ablutions in rotation’s rain amass
so sing strong as nine hundred times you pass
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