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POET'S CORNER
Birthed Diaboli
Touching throughout pitched aftermath evening, in the front door way, I push it open.
In the mist I choke up the blue morning without my thorns.
Blinded by the sun, the seal breaks free, acid flamed into my eyes, I am red. Gashes burn deep, within a time and a place long ago, I felt the same way I do now, the door way I walked through.
Not memories, just sins, at the tips of my toes, I'm in the infernal oven.
Flares of heat burning throw my eyes, ground below cracks at my movement, black and charred.
Spun up in my own skin blazed, I keep warmth to myself, not do I dare to share.
Shouting out Armageddon!
I am secrete.
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Acedia
Burnt to the bones.
Bent to sin.
Rubbed on every inch of the skin.
Insanity hammered within.
On Hell's edge, mended into torpor.
Acedia's inability to repair.
It only knows how to dispair.
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When The World Comes Crashing
Down on top of you and there is nothing left for you to search for. You begin to wonder and wait for the new beginning and a closure. When everybody around is gone and your love is scorched to death, all you want to do is forget. Blur out the visions in your mind forever. Your will to survive becomes endless in search of a future you will find nothingness. Two more steps farther you will walk, crawling into complete insanity, pastures of schizophrenia, hills of illusion. Mother Earth in distress, charred at the tips of your toes. No food, no water, no life.
Tomorrow died, today forgotten. You will not be remembered.
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Tragedy Act
Collides inside of me.
Have I had a face?
Not a single thing place.
Rigded splinters stabbed what I use to see, now just the dead parts of me.
Stiffed to the core to the point no feel no more.
Bled out screams of shivering pain.
Vain deep, treaded up through the insides only the damaged parts to be.
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Rapid Advancement
In time, as it follows.
Minds shut down.
No more breathing rings a bell.
Disaster area hawks up a few billion bodies.
Next thing you noticed, your still here.
Elite worship of warfare.
You have nothing to lose.
But you.
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