Shirtless Vanity
Annoying vanities crash this manic, insane beast.
Talk the lies on a whim,
sweet, elite *****.
-Idle Wrath
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This isn’t slavery.
Let me know what is.
This is a cavern.
In a chest, in a basement.
Yeah, I let the wrong one in.
-Wild Heart

We knew limited evil.
We base-valued desirable evil.
We unharness a nice, obedient, satan-tail.
She was fresh.
A raw, vile, unwashed beast.
A love-lorn evil bear.
She ate you so loud
-Idle Wrath
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Would you believe,
I can’t lie?
She was a runner.
I was a bleeder.
She ran fast.
She was a love I’ll never know.
She was a debutante.
she was vaudeville.
I don’t believe
I’m losing it.
-Wild Heart

Oh ugly hate,
Jesus guises throatier ****.
-Idle Wrath
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I guess she taught me jealousy,
I tore her apart.
-Idle Wrath

In this dead warmth by the bed,
A minion on alert sat mute.
He is my eyeopener.
Be true, hell.
Amen.
-Idle Wrath
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There are many weapons
beneath my bed.
The ammunition is
not real.
The bullets are
inside my head.
-Wild Heart

Finite, I am raucous of Idealistic fewer.
Over, if fuel were between a sincere nubility.
-Idle Wrath
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So I Tied us,
our surface,
into a circle.
We became infinite.
We were forever
beautifully infinite.
-Wild Heart

I was born with eyes glued to broken frames.
I can peer through hindsight,
but I only see twenty-twenty facades
But this is the way I find the games
that can make the head and heart unite.
They always have fifty-fifty odds.
So I gamble my repentance claims
against my heart’s diseased knights
and my mind’s fried firing squads,
and I lost all my penance, forgot all their names.