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The mantra of Hiroshima incarnate The map of every star in a torn fishnet Loss of life among other consequences Images of words as the devil slowly dances The apple of Eden's been bitten before Only now does it have some of Pandora in store A weakened mind in a deific shell The new tree of life unleashes true hell Broken, torn, shattered eternal face The petite, pure angel has fallen from grace Inconsistency in post-modern apocalypse Collapsing under the hound's charred up lips Burning new wings in a sea of the womb Blossoming inadequacy, eternal tomb Callous, joyless orange ocean abound The true retaliation, a hurricane of sound Lazy eyes and a dysfunctional throat Untrue might, a choiceless faux-goat Green, emerald, grass, truly loveless Alight the need to never again fess Drowned a nobody, a weakened coward Behind a true god's skirt he always cowered No more colors, a blackened white sand A recall of choices this boy doth demand
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
While You Were Out
The mantra of Hiroshima incarnate The map of every star in a torn fishnet Loss of life among other consequences Images of words as the devil slowly dances The apple of Eden's been bitten before Only now does it have some of Pandora in store A weakened mind in a deific shell The new tree of life unleashes true hell Broken, torn, shattered eternal face The petite, pure angel has fallen from grace Inconsistency in post-modern apocalypse Collapsing under the hound's charred up lips Burning new wings in a sea of the womb Blossoming inadequacy, eternal tomb Callous, joyless orange ocean abound The true retaliation, a hurricane of sound Lazy eyes and a dysfunctional throat Untrue might, a choiceless faux-goat Green, emerald, grass, truly loveless Alight the need to never again fess Drowned a nobody, a weakened coward Behind a true god's skirt he always cowered No more colors, a blackened white sand A recall of choices this boy doth demand
Seventh of five. A poem by my good friend, Daisuke.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
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