despite, weren't we prior
queued up in line to give rise
to some ancient, vengeful choir?
to watch them waken, chant, reprise.
perched in our own ****** pyres,
we many tragic beasts in disguise-
with no true thanks to the liars-
sigh such weathered cries,
'keep fueling your fires.'
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
despite, weren't we prior
queued up in line to give rise
to some ancient, vengeful choir?
to watch them waken, chant, reprise.
perched in our own ****** pyres,
we many tragic beasts in disguise-
with no true thanks to the liars-
sigh such weathered cries,
'keep fueling your fires.'
flesh is heretic
my body is a witch
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