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O! That you know me so well! The story my shadows tell A death knell A dead one In the light of the the your night-falling words What manner corpend? That you would portend The growing clouds The viscious wind The vacuous void The abysmal end As you wish          To draw my ire My flames of burning desire Engulfing as fire I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash Make me now an eater of soul! My carefully concocted creations Aiming squarely as arrow in bow Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations Your confusion Your naiveté Your goals All meaningless              All your nothingness                        All your dreams to be as I am You have assaulted my art loving ears With pure dribble Tripe and dreck Trite and dretch A sketch by an amateur artist Back-handed and drawing with the left Make me now an eater of soul! A hand touching darkness Grabbing it neatly And delivering it as it is To you On a silver platter These jaws of a lover Growing fangs As you want Becoming the jaws of hell Eater of soul O! That you know me so well!
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
you would portend
O! That you know me so well! The story my shadows tell A death knell A dead one In the light of the the your night-falling words What manner corpend? That you would portend The growing clouds The viscious wind The vacuous void The abysmal end As you wish          To draw my ire My flames of burning desire Engulfing as fire I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash Make me now an eater of soul! My carefully concocted creations Aiming squarely as arrow in bow Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations Your confusion Your naiveté Your goals All meaningless              All your nothingness                        All your dreams to be as I am You have assaulted my art loving ears With pure dribble Tripe and dreck Trite and dretch A sketch by an amateur artist Back-handed and drawing with the left Make me now an eater of soul! A hand touching darkness Grabbing it neatly And delivering it as it is To you On a silver platter These jaws of a lover Growing fangs As you want Becoming the jaws of hell Eater of soul O! That you know me so well!
Based on a series of private messages, from one who wishes to belittle my work. Claiming I write not from the soul. Just a glimpse of the vitriol INDEED I CAN Enough layers????  Or maybe too many???
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
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