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Fest Sausage Trinity

No one knows what the fuck it is;
that father, son, and holy ghost,
other than, what is hers, is his,
to do with as he pleases most.  
 
Did donkey Mary ride the ass?
Or did she walk the walk of shame  
from some judaic incest mass  
where she would not rat out a name?
 
And manger danger was a thing,
for conception, and delivery,
of an ethno-national king
invoked too much for liberty...
and gunplay for Almighty Christ
when cheeses stay too overpriced. 🍷
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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