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His time Was better spent languishing In the bittersweet foam And bone-white silence Beyond The full-heart chorus of kin Rife With their myths Of unfettered pride His time Was better spent Drowsing in peace Beyond His fellow man’s lash Their verse Ever-lively, yet stale His time Was ensnared Passive And loyal to all To the…
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The pale unknown curves To appease His starved And reckless whims In crumpled sheets Molded and mangled Lost, in the throes Of lofty words He lays claim To every spire Each ivory mountain Of imperfection Swallowed whole In the vise The maddening chorus The will he bears In the hold Of lifelong distress
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I am spoiled In their infinite clasp By the ruthless garbs All singing Of far-ago trials No hour is spared No road Wanders free For they wield my all This roving Human disarray Tattered and heaving Enclosed By my chosen snares These rags sustain me Through the sprawl Of daily despair Yet the world Pours…
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Through bare Overarching limbs Jaggedly swerving Skewering The pitiless dark I ascend To moonlight’s Withering call Awash In her shadowy illusion Winter prods My still And heedful form To embark beyond The weaving Snarls of bedlam
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I scale the walls With pestering resolve Enclosed In ravenous Delight As the beehive drones In mind Fully shroud By a heedless Fog of rapture The savagery The primal We stave each day Burrows forceful and pure Marrow deep Runaway composure Jets far From this ruin From this spoiled wreck Engulfed By infernal flesh
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Perhaps It was merely A passing affair Shroud In its veil In the waves Of unburdened sleep In few Towering moments These hopes hold true Lost beyond Our tormented age It was all But a ghastly And murderous Façade Then the world transpired In gilded Fiery splendor
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Daily I sway In their scowling shadows Far above The earthbound womb In slanderous words I coil Braving their might The scorn Of their fearful refrain By daylight’s hand I sway and turn Wrung dry Depleted and cold Extinguished too soon By each foul And tormented gust Brimmed With a greater despair
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Swaying in rapture With eyes ever-hollow And true To bountiful rest Atop Smoldering torrents In plumes of red And tarnished fervor Chemically disposed I’d drowse In the drone Of untimely bliss Where none May prevail To savor Their bygone triumphs
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Crash and burn Was the iron toll Hoisted High and proud A shadow cast Far and wide The tyrant of tired eyes Each fearful step Each mishap spawned Was a cause To burrow within To crash and burn In lethargy’s hold Full With timeless remorse
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I was forged In a cyclone of rage Hastily drawn In crude and jagged lines Crafted in muck I am prone To unraveling At the slightest jab At the edge Of a dull blade’s effort And still My treads adhere To a kick-drum’s malady To the fervent labor Of my joyful defiance
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