Features of May 2018

Welcome to the feature journal for May! There is a nice selection this month. Be sure to go leave some love for the artists featured here
It's the month of Mermay, so we can expect a lot of mermaids XD













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SpotlightI'm a young, mature lady
with a sparkly bright future
filled with tons of money,
because I'm getting my degree
in Attention-Seeking and Self-pitying (A.S.S)
My life is so so busy;
more busy than you busy people.
Still I have time to take selfies
which people say are lovely.
But I'm so unloved, so ugly - why aren't you contradicting me?
You see me all lovey-dovey
with my sweet, perfect boyfriend.
Though we call each other honey,
he hogs all the attention,
leaving me a poor lonely baby.
Oh you too are in misery?
I'll lend you an ear,
and then say "I see"
before talking about me, me, me.
Because my problems are worse than yours - clearly.
That's okay though, really.
You don't have to comfort me
when I say I forgot to eat today, no biggie.
I just want to see
who will offer me their sympathies.
And if you didn't feel guilty
or catch my attempt at getting pity,
I'll post on social media: "I'm feeling shitty"
So when people express their concerns
I'll just say "Don't ask me."
So you see
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The thousands of millions lost,
Dismembered before sacred alters.
Healthy cradles at the Devil's cost.
Soft angel wings are torn smoothly off.
The halos of Eves are exchanged
For Herod's heirs to earn their keep.
The holy icons become profaned.
Leisure and pleasure in Delilah's bed
Is not withstanding to consequence.
Sterile priests give birth to regret
To offer in their Church of None Sense.
" Virtue " hangs from an upside down cross.
Logic, scourged at the Pillar of " Choice. "
Reason, ordained with a crown of fear.
Righteous passion = antiquated noise.
Holy Innocents rot in dumpsters.
Small voices cry out from lush desserts.
Pharisees eat from the Pharaohs hand
And would-be saints offer no efforts.
Stem cell doves are sold out of Eden
And Judas is given his blood money.
The Serpent of " Mercy " snaps their spines;
Lillies wither from poison honey.
So the mob crucifies the future,
A thousand million times over.
The Agony of our Garden?
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