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Serendipity May 2020
I stare at graves
and the autumn leaves
that fall,
as my envy
for decay
consumes me.
Serendipity May 2020
I cupped your face
and my hands stung
because you knew
what it meant
to be
holy
Serendipity May 2020
For my sins
I shall rot
in the caskets
of my enemies
and this punishment
is anything
but
divine.
Serendipity May 2020
There is no law
stating that the holy
are beautiful...
There is a reason
why Hell
is HOT.
Serendipity May 2020
I pity the fool
who envies angel's
because to become holy
means
losing
your
humanity
Serendipity May 2020
Freedom rings at heaven's gates;
to answer is to accept you are dead.

Sometimes
being free
means letting go
even if
you are not
ready
yet.
Serendipity May 2020
Sometimes to be completely free
means to be
unfathomably lonely.
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