Trinity church given by god in the city’s cesspit. Cover your eyes and cocaine lies from Sunday’s prayer, but don’t you dare deny what happen last night, your religion and your pleasure fight.
You really think there is a “him” up there to send you to damnation? Forget that you live right here in this hellish part of our nation!
As hell is fire and fire is beauty, this city is the place to be free. Free to be ourselves, or not, this place won’t let you be forgot.
-I came up with the first part of this walking through the back of Ancoats in Manchester. The outer city mini towns and areas are always a strange place for me.