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Wintry storm licking my temples, frostbites the mantle… goose pimples
I shudder… tremble… assemble my mental notion on loose principles
Morals hardboiled in the melting pot, still seeing hazard I fail to stop
this rot that decays flesh with a rage, ill being a bastard, hell the plot…
got twisted at birth, I wasn’t born in a hospice just tossed to Earth
………………………………………………………………………minus love
Exiled from Eden like that Satan kid, landed on my crux…
………………ear-splitting, spitting FUCKS YOU to the skies above
Eyes flicker sleepy; I crave radiance, for my dark cave is creepy
Knee-deep piss through my khakis soaked grossly with faeces
By creed, I’m not religious, don’t dig superstition or illusion
Indeed, mostly frozen when it comes to exposing emotion
Still my heart ticks, at least with a minimalist will to exist
I dream vis-à-vis fields of bliss as Sunkist sands fulfil this wish
But once awoken my delusion is broken by cloudy perplexity
Life’s testing me, I face reality upon exodus from ecstasy
Losing the vision, straying off subject, aborting my mission
Unyielding of wisdom, moving mid darkness refusing to listen
With intention.., I pray hard
Hail seven angels of the heavens to safeguard
Lift my soul from this abyss
Abysmal chronicle, its short-form is deep shit
Does God desert my dispute?
Or, am I just too blind to apprehend his truth?
...…I balance life’s averages
And decide existence is rampant with savages
Contradicting my own views
I alone choose coercion as a full-blown excuse
...Justifying my lack of trying
Effortlessly enticed….., losing track of the lying
I Blue flowers & grass roots shrivel beneath my shoeless feet
Jot
Plots
& shapes
Make lots of
Mortal mistakes
A
Glut
Of shade
A rut sunless
Scavenger of light
I’m stuck in this maze
New thought’s lay-bare, resembling ass & tits on a nudist beach
I beseech warmth & reach forth the sky as it spills hailstones
I slur speech & drone meekly shaking in my ever-chilled bones
Supernova stays anonymous; the old moon dulls as logic folds
Even though death spreads like mould in a forest of toxic toads
No saint, I’ve done crimes, abominations alas that taint my mind
I paint cold glum rhymes, since in my life there aint no sunshine
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