It Would Have Been A Boy ©

In the Deep South, the Devil is a little ghost boy who swears and cheats at billiards on Sunday.
He is the one who reaches up your skirt, pulls out the prayers you were saving for someday and lights them on fire with his tongue. He will sing hymns while feasting on your forfeit heart, call you blessed while peeling away dignity like stockings, then drag you out in front of the church to be stoned.

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