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Blasphemy

There's so much that you could say

to back up an irrational behavior

to cover for it.

A confession or

An excuse—

about a faltered mental state,

amid illusions, sights, incantations

of hearing a voice—

of exorcery

and of being possessed.

 

The only one thing that you weren't allowed to speak of,

was of you being you

willing the act.

Willing it

out of volition.

 

To be savage, and unhinged,

is a sin,

is blasphemy.

But why?

 

_The Devil is obscene and real,

so is the savagery within

unleashed where you have wandered

out of reach from the realms of sense and conscience.

into Dionysian._

 

_Dwell with me._

_“ Come unto the dark.”_

_“ Let there be no fear. ”_

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Written by
avery-glows
Published
Jul 27, 2018
Lines·Words
27·120
Notes

July 2018

Tags
#huanity#mind#conscience#madness#insanity#boundaries#ethics#truth#duality#darkness
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