Worshipping What God Forbade

Description: You were warned.the sermons rang in your ears like sirens.thou shalt not lust.thou shalt not kneel for cock.especially not black. but here you are—in the dark, on your knees, praying to the wrong gods. you used to clutch your cross like it could save you.but now? your hands tremble around something thicker, heavier... divine in its own wicked way.white temptation was easy to resist.too easy.but these black kings? they don’t ask.they don’t wait.they claim. and you—you open like scripture.you swallow like salvation.because this is no longer about guilt.it’s about gravity.and they are the center of it all. their cocks don’t knock on heaven’s door.they slam through it.they fuck straight past your conscience and into your identity. and god? he watches.he watches you trade your rosary for a leash.he watches you gag on every inch of what you were told was sin.and he does nothing—because you’re not his anymore. you belong to them.to every ebony giant who locks eyes with you like you’re prey.to every beast who baptizes you in bitter, burning seed and calls it obedience.to every dark tower you worship like a fallen altar. you used to say amen.now you say more. this is your sacrament:dripping lips.tears of lust.a throat ruined by redemption.every load a hymn.every moan a psalm.every gag a prayer. you're not falling from grace.you're sprinting from it—mouth open.hole twitching.soul sold. because in this temple, faith is fucked out of you.one thrust at a time.