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Destiny of the Dedicated
a shaved head, I grind,
eyes jabbed blind
the unseen, still perceive
so fly to hold the blood-stained tree
for I've no recourse bearing me to cope
because I have been reckoned as already dead
and seek the resurrection bread
of the empty vault, but presently ahead
even if the word doesn't rhyme in time
or in my benighted mind
I cannot continue the same
--for 'son' is in my name
for...
Wednesday 28th April 2021 5:42 am
Fearful and Trembling
I slide down a rope
into the empty chasm
which is your cold heart.
I light a fire
in the depths of your despair.
You hate me anyway.
It rains.
An ocean is born;
it swallows me whole.
Darkness engulfs me.
Surrounded by other misguided souls.
I feel their cages;
I discover mine.
NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it sinc...
Monday 4th May 2015 6:23 pm
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