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Ethan Snyder Jan 2012
They live and breathe with
powerful contempt
deny grace; destroy charity
laugh at love
tear and strip away at the sincere
ooze sickening words, melt
the best of all of us, to sordid
filth, rip and claw away
our thickened hides, skins
slash, carve, violate within.
And so-

our eyes are lit,
roaring, raging fires,
consumed, obsessed
with nauseating things; an
undeniable
passion in our minds.
Ethan Snyder Jan 2012
We are alone, in a
quiet room, and I
look out, and see -
sunlight, colour
warm red, immersion; perfect
in the dark.

I am a quiet fire
burning heat;
a bitter virus -
bitter end.

— The End —