The journey of the self-righteous man,

exists as a lone wanderer.
Along dirt roads,
amidst the beasts of our

Mother’s beauty and rage.

Solemnly riddled by plague of constructed foundations,
epitomizing scattered dismemberment.

Sunken soles into a wet earths puddle reflecting I,
the self-righteous man. Gazing down upon the earth revered,

with eyes of holy fire and vengeance.

The Son’s glory be upon you.

◄ Deus

Emotion ►


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