General insipid manic creating a scene through simpleton eyes
logical doubts of the bubonic plague of blasphemy thoughts
Speaking in sublime lines choking off the air of the bland
Watching the struggle to retort with little effort
shifting the mindless attempts of mendacious
I the sacrifice instead the higher level
Severing my hand for the purity in the wounds
My dark kindred soul burst from the seams of my being
the plank of life I walk and drown in it’s curse
the splinters itching through the body of my feet
Cast your feeble eyes away from I and walk away
pretend the dance of death in my eyes offers no serious doom
Rise my creation and honor the fallen
Forgive my call of mendacious
For the darkness calls now
Covering me with ashes a comforting fleece
for my eternity.
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