Immortality drips
From the edge of my sword
My command of the muses
As light as the Lord
Of a province of darkness
From whence I craft states
In a mind made of metalcore
Tectonic plates
I’m the eon traverser
Subversive immersing
Myself in a poverty void
Silver surfing
The wake of the breaking
Of space into shapes
As I tread shining paths
With a wrath made of grapes
And a Robespierre clarity
Visions of past
Revolts endlessly leading
To wars amongst class
When the ending, beginning
Again from the same
Wild-eyed little terror
No lion could tame
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
Immortality drips
From the edge of my sword
My command of the muses
As light as the Lord
Of a province of darkness
From whence I craft states
In a mind made of metalcore
Tectonic plates
I’m the eon traverser
Subversive immersing
Myself in a poverty void
Silver surfing
The wake of the breaking
Of space into shapes
As I tread shining paths
With a wrath made of grapes
And a Robespierre clarity
Visions of past
Revolts endlessly leading
To wars amongst class
When the ending, beginning
Again from the same
Wild-eyed little terror
No lion could tame
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