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thrown to the wolves in the forrest of thorns they suffered me grinding teeth along horns preparing me speaking in rhyme "the feast is upon us so open your mind wide you've got no soul left to hide" a secular cage of hell burning bars of the felled leftovers from torture faith in ultimate fate into which I eliminate out of which I cannot escape any meaning a yolk to me a burden to you any purpose an illness for me a disease to you suffocating held at the throat a bloodshot glance upon my eyes as my love is purged like sin only whispers reproach in defensive nature before I could speak stone words block my path words against which I reflect stumbling in retreat I run into my pride my faults chained to my feet now reaching for peace preaching for survival none should be exempt from wrath a science of certain revival ultimate God for which we will fall far from grace faces planted in filthy disgrace wrapped in his cold embrace for now we walk at Death's pace
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
God of the Living Dead
thrown to the wolves in the forrest of thorns they suffered me grinding teeth along horns preparing me speaking in rhyme "the feast is upon us so open your mind wide you've got no soul left to hide" a secular cage of hell burning bars of the felled leftovers from torture faith in ultimate fate into which I eliminate out of which I cannot escape any meaning a yolk to me a burden to you any purpose an illness for me a disease to you suffocating held at the throat a bloodshot glance upon my eyes as my love is purged like sin only whispers reproach in defensive nature before I could speak stone words block my path words against which I reflect stumbling in retreat I run into my pride my faults chained to my feet now reaching for peace preaching for survival none should be exempt from wrath a science of certain revival ultimate God for which we will fall far from grace faces planted in filthy disgrace wrapped in his cold embrace for now we walk at Death's pace
I have a fear of death that prompts me to write about it a lot. This is one such poem about it.
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
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