The cries of the faggots, lesbians, transgender, the intersex the Queer have pierced through the clouded world of the heterosexuals. I have heard you and I am bruised and wounded.
Your vision has been corrupted your eyes have been conditioned to view a world in which the mechanisms therein have not been fashioned to construe. It is the vision of the heterosexuals, the outsiders. They have painted and hued your eyes to see a bright existence that contains no mirror or sparkling surface that bare your reflection.
Your deceased eyes have beheld their privileged world for too long. Come to me, you who have no sight of refuge or sanctuary. Turn to me I will tear out those rotting orbs that have been so wrongly conceived to possess that vision that is an absolute abomination to your divine nature. Come to me and I will give you new eyes, a glittering fierce gaze that will chastise those outsiders who were blind to you.
You have been scattered, you are a flock without a shepherd. Hear my voice and follow me. You, who have been excommunicated, exiled, shut out from those arrogant gleaming gates, have been given names and identities from a world that does not love you. Know this, that I love you and that you will have a place to rest, an honorable feast, and abundant drink to quench your thirst be comforted and know that I will soon sit at the head of every table.
Come and partake of the new wine. See those decadent colors that were once used to shame you transubstantiated into running fields of profusion, beauty, and shadow. Step into Eden reformed and sing its new song; a melody that is chaotic and dissonant a song of a realm that is ours a realm that is both perfect and poisonous
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