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Idle hands erected the fences, God’s eye blue like illness –
to abandon vast love; “it can happen to anyone.”
Hands that hold mine to sever others,
but how long before; how long before?
Climb the ironies of Jacob’s ladder.
“Then they came for me, because there was no one left.”
There was no one left.
The bait of temptation, a sugared tongue –
fixed in inversion; miters of mixed blood.
Tyrant-selves; my ear’s black whisper –
Giovinezza, La Marcha Granadera.
Opiate poetry; destroy me –
“Youth, youth – spring of beauty.”
And when the dawn came for us, it bleached our skin;
autonomous incest – we are the Romans.
“Steal, take, ascend – this entire world is yours, nothing exists but you.”
I am Ivory Devil, burrowing his blighted roots in the soil –
the pregnancy of golden wings; distillation of every womb;
washed in parchment as the pivot of history itself.
Perversions of cruelty unwilling to die.
Copulating, birthed coercion.
Perversions of cruelty unwilling to die.
Copulating, it manifests inside.
Spoken with stagnant breath.
It’s not flesh we see but intent we know;
our minds poisoned in urgent halves, transfixed by a malleable sky.
Smother me in the ruin of our pantheons with that same coldness,
lest I open my throat and flood the Arkless world with red.
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I know who you are and where it is that you came from. I’m not satisfied with the lies you've passed of as you're life.
All the time I've wasted with your excuses, now the path you're walking is near it's end. Not without reservation- I must admit and say it hurts that I’m losing someone I once called my friend.
Every minute I spent hearing you out was a minute wasted. A fiend addicted to lies, craving attention and filled with hubris. How did it take this long to see who you really are? Your character wont persist- false words wont get you far.
This is the end for the part you played, I will distance myself.
I’ll be here to watch you drown and close enough that I could have helped- far enough so I don't get burned but close enough so I feel the warmth.
This fire will set you free- the flames shows who you really are. It’s the end of the road for your false word, You couldn't be on top forever.
Worms like you were meant to crawl- fools like you were built to fall.
Your mouth is running on empty, your mouth is full of shit.
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