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Rough notions are forged In this furious skin This scalding Brutalized flesh “No hard feelings lent” Coasts along A treacherous refrain A mask, for servile wants Within their vise I am warmly bound Before vengeful walls Endeavoring for blood In the clutter of words Sheer panic unfolds From the daily swell Of the common man’s…
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None, can drive away This living shroud All But her withering soul The faithful Tried and true saint Never sullen or meek Nor astray in her verse Ever-true and pure In her kind loving words I may dwell assured Gifted The morrow’s grace Although she withers In league With these woeful treads She courses Devoid…
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There is no, shortage of beggars Pleading with all Their desperate might Ahead the curse Of winter’s call It’s ever-howling Fear-inspiring lust Hunger Troubles their world’s As prey within A tried and terrible foe The restless shame Beneath, the spires of saints Gilded and warm In spite of all terror
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He swelled with colossal dreams Devoid of remorse Untamed, unkempt and shrill In spite of his somber earth The sunlit scourge He abundantly gathered He dwelled among titans In ivory crowns Stern and jagged Through mankind’s Unmerciful course In spite of all terror within His call to arms Prevailed Untarnished and full
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Full waste bins dance On the cusp of death Tottering At the helm of each day Each hour New madness breeds A screeching terror Unseen, through tortured eyes Moments crash-land Devoid of purpose Scouring my spine A tried and true menace Little unfolds In these vast Amorphous days From an earth So parched with desire
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The embers Of a day’s fine farewell Freely rage All through, the stillborn dusk A fiery farewell To unease The arcing peril I reap From the tussling dawn I part ways, enrobed In bittersweet dreams Faithfully inbound To a simmering rest A slumber marooned To an isle of far-ago ruin Engulfed In a high noon’s…
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Upon This cold dead ground Comfort commands My worthless treads Until All is lost And stillborn thoughts Ensnare, my vital signs Until Nothing more Is sacred or savored From these pillowy heights Where the whole of my youth So defiantly Rages away Where time Must stream In a hateful And foaming rush
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Scarred hillsides Eclipse the world And all Her shimmering glory Forevermore plagued With long-lost efforts Discolored and maimed By roads So wishfully carved Backslide Is my foremost villain To strive in vain Hopeless And swallowed by muck Backslide Is the curse I know It thrives and fumes From the tatters In which True peril resides
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The world Overflowed with rage Unleashed in panicked streams For the gutters of his mind And all too soon He staggered In the curves of his youth Drunk On the fumes of mankind In his hollow gaze Was the stroll of kin For whom he lovingly strained From infernal distress All too soon he was…
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Housed In a desolate space The world freely turns In the colors of spite My refuge groans Sorrowfully Far-gone in age As the world Intrudes and calls Drawing my feet To the fall A frightful decline And the rushing Certainty of awe I am joyously bound To bask in the open To reap every morsel…
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