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59 · Jan 6
Evil eyes
Nochturnsal Jan 6
The soil is plasticine
the kids play with it
And the killers play with it
They pay victims to play victim
They get away with it
They'll never get a way with it
The same system
Been slaves since then
Bills and tracheas
Waste pillars and grave thickens
The sane shiver, engaged in clay shaping
And pain shipments, tamed tongues
the faith cleaner, play dumb
Your anointing oil replaced with paint thinner
Hunker down as you need
The suns risen, and my reason
Meets your fiction, who listens
My visions?
They prove Caesars
You'll see, soon
The sea seethes with monsoons
Nostalgia, they're fake potions
Remember sips and pinched noses
Those sick seeds in dark rooms, who takes notice above?
If anything, know this, like algae the world needs us
The codes written
Pope pulls prayers and pokes feelings
paid visits, taint treatment
Take polls, take pills
Take turns
Take it all in stride, from here?
Just uphill, movement coincides
Good churn, sterile holy place
We build urns inside
Urban ones
My shill?
Harsh lights and pesticides
We break bread, and eat with pride
My knowledge is mine alone
My deal?
Is fratricide, this takes skill
And evil eyes
27 · Feb 1
The Big Lacuna
Nochturnsal Feb 1
The big lacuna
At the centre of the universe
Ever expanding unity
Ever demanding
Were it not truancy
It would be felt, it's ruling
Knees bent, the royal patchouli
Come as it pulls us into itself
And leaves our minds a spiral
Inspiring, and kept to ourselves
Conspire, the reason - riveting
Bouts with recent regrets, rousing intimate stress confounding, the pacemaker settings
Our hearts are left clinging for help
And nails puncture the flesh, dragging red across chests
Imagine a hand on a neck, to process love as a threat
Heads bowed, creep through unrest
And prayers that lay on our breath, untimely
Totally met, each moment, grimey
Exterior swept, by incense
incessantly blessed, by features
These creatures are calling to Mecca
Turn pilgrim and pay off the debts
It's like breathing, this Eden
currently clenched, fall either or see aether
It's been there since you left
The Big lacuna, blacker than hell
16 · Jan 23
Still
Nochturnsal Jan 23
And even after stillbirth, still a baby, still hurts
Still cursed, I steal your maybes, and is steel worth it?
What could aid me?
I need each person
Brave enough to **** persons
My feels certain, this is not a drill
Curtains
thick enough to keep furtive
If light begins to till
Soil, salty we can't grow
Sultry sonning from those mills
Air, thin and you can't cope
Youre rolling up the hill
hoping it's remote
but, grief stoked to hear from you
Coated in deceit
Sit patient and retreat
your soul old, enough to beat
It was cold
Your knees tore up by the sleet
I watched u blink
It was dark then there was heat
Your baby swaddled in those sheets, still
Your heart begins to beat

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