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Nov 2018
Harken to the Herald
of the great fetid maw.
watch him struggle
for his sanity
with tooth, and claw.

A Baphomet of ******* men,
enigma, to his brothers.
Listen to his blasted tongue
and know his every word’s another’s.

for yes he speaks in silvered words
it's known by even chirping birds.
But no one’s seen
the broken dream
that all his words have come from.
Slime-God
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Slime-God  24/M/Canada
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