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 Jul 2022
Finn
Under a vice of justice you soar

But what if

There's something more

Than just what

You're looking for

?
Vice=Corruption
 Jul 2022
Finn
Clouded With Lies,

But The Truth Is Clear.

Open Your Eyes,

Then You'll See You've Become What You Feared.
2016
 Jul 2022
Finn
A dream where my mother's blood was spilled
Only for I to be drawn forth
by horrifying angels
Asking only to take their hand
But be drawn back into the darkness
Into a comforting embrace
Telling me to only come back to this place
After I've chosen

But to no longer have counsel in this world
And having no knowledge of my options
or the consequences that may befall me
From a mistake
such as this
Is a cruel choice to have to make

Could this be
a Second chance?
Or maybe
an opportunity
to fall further from grace
 Jul 2022
Finn
Hear no speak no see no evil
 Jul 2022
Finn
Crowns of gold and jewels of silver

Your soul cannot be delivered.
Take 2
 Jul 2022
Finn
Crowns of gold and jewels of silver

You cannot be delivered from the sins within your soul.
 Jul 2022
Finn
When the screaming ends
the flesh seared away by the blinding white light
many eyes opening wide in colors yet unseen
eyelids peeling back and shriveling
cursed to forever look and see everything
burning hot metal sloughing the charred remains of flesh and bone
teeth acidily dripping from the writhing form
and as the ashen wings sprout
and all noise ceases
you pick up a feather
hearing the chorus and choir
and wonder if this is the epitome
of beauty
boi is back again but this time I've got a new prescription and a doctor's encouragement to take a psych test woo
anyway, eldritch angel thoughts again. them Biblically accurate angel pictures just....stick with ya huh
 Jul 2022
Finn
Feeling the body split itself apart at the seams
and dissipate into single atoms
like tiny pixels on a screen

Only to come back to it
Having been in the middle of a task
But caught between surreal reality
and the phantom sensation of turning to sand
Someone asks a question
I smile
self-patronizing
"Sorry
I forgot what I was doing."
 Jul 2022
Finn
It hurts my spirit
and soul
Being chained to this
Earthly body
Trapped in this
Plane of being
When my spirit is made of
white hot flame
&
imploding stars
 Jul 2022
Finn
The only indication that I was ever even alive

A stain of black blood

Left abandoned

on the forest floor
 Jul 2022
Finn
To lay in immense pain
Soul shattered like broken glass
Spirit in tatters
Knowing only of Despair
and Pain
and Love
Stuck in an endless agony
Waiting for the Earth
to welcome me back into her arms
and my rotting carcass to be absorbed into her
and the last piece of what I once was, forever lost
Saved by the circle of life
 Jul 2022
Finn
I generally see two kinds of passionate people.
There are so many ways to be passionate,
But
I think that these two are the most passionate that you can be.

There's fire
Flames
Red hot passion that burns and scorches and changes everything in its path
It's nearly inescapable
Volcanoes,
Red hot molten lava,
Earth quakes,
Wildfires...
It's burning and it's warm and sometimes
It's nice and cozy
And you know that you'll get burned
And yet
You come back anyway,
Burning brighter and more passionately than the last time
Like a phoenix
But every fire burns out eventually

And then there's water
Cold
Stormy
The dark sea and it's creatures
It's being on the boat in the middle of a storm
Watching as the waves crash and the salty wind blows
Fighting to stay on top of the water
For if you fell in
The cold angry waves would swallow you whole
It's tsunamis and hurricanes
Waves tossing and turning
Clear and cold
Or it could be boiling
Leaving marks on your skin
Blisters, much like fire would
But the difference is
That you're under the water
Inhaling cold liquid
And you're drowning
And hoping to whatever God may be out there
That you do not become
One of the creatures of the deep
 Jul 2022
Finn
Shaking shuddering vibrancy
A blink and I'm gone
Past the twisting fracturing light
Stretched and bent around gravity
The twisting halls that are pulled out into eternity
And instead found in Aether

Galaxies and stars searing my fingertips
Dark inky waters surrounding me
Skin sliding off, muscles turning to dust
Revealing my core
A bright
Spiraling
Supernova
Burning and revolving with rings of ice,
like Saturn
But much like how stars burst in their passion
And time itself will trickle the last grain of sand in its hourglass
A ticking timebomb in my soul
An explosion of firecrackers waiting for me,
at my end
The heat death of every universe living in my mind
and sprouting from my skin
Even Gods are forgotten
But as I reach like Icarus once did
setting myself aflame on white dwarves and red stars
And I
finally
feel
Alive
this is what happens when I drink redbull
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