Reconciled,
in the deep recess, I agglomerated the thoughts, of dark and gay. I am having
inward breath, filtered. I am quite queer now, in my own flesh. Small favor, to
the air around me. Cylinders huffing , special kind of grotesque. The inner mechanism,
inherited the business, to which my futile sense fails, I just long and trail
away.
I am glad, I am alive now.
The meek
soul, fantasied, like a nubile, to be deflowered; the gap, bleeding red. In literal
scene, I am optically blind to the darkness, my tongue doesn’t speak diabolical.
In my arms of might and strength, his is my kind father.
…What`s the
purpose, in excitement, I am doomed to ask.
You are unaccountable to the
miseries, you are grind ed to, he said with a smug face.
His words, clay me, shadows me, to another life.
I wash my face in the faucet of
wisdom. The meek humanity, inherited with a curse.
From eons of time, trampled
with fabled of foolishness.
He is here,
to curve us out.
Oh! My lord
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