Jesus is tight, but you’d probably find more happiness with a good plastic surgeon.nI’m chewing on dog teeth and hospital fat bags.nSo maybe we should welcome it with open arms?nAnd should you smell the burning and hear the screaming.nYou can’t tell yourself we didn’t deserve it.nPiles of human and antiseptic as we cut the ugly.nMothers wielding crosses made of children bones.nArmies of the half dead with their arms to the sky.nThose who spoke against him bled from their throats as their jaws had been torn away.nWe knew it was blood because it was warmer than the air.