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His finger locks my teeth together And stitches the tip of my tongue Into a warzone horizon of madness, Homes are destroyed; families broken And still we are lost in our own lives He, who feeds on his mother’s carcass Wrecks his caged gaze apart, My minuscule arms set him free from the light Guns Ships Tridents Pierce my ear with a pint-sized shell And swallows my religious sentiments Smoke Ashes Flesh Their sentiments haunt me in memories Cushioned and stuffed like quilt in my pillows Burning the effigies into the toxins I swallowed Down by the valley of romantic deaths It sipped my soul out of my bottle XXXXX
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
Vendetta
His finger locks my teeth together And stitches the tip of my tongue Into a warzone horizon of madness, Homes are destroyed; families broken And still we are lost in our own lives He, who feeds on his mother’s carcass Wrecks his caged gaze apart, My minuscule arms set him free from the light Guns Ships Tridents Pierce my ear with a pint-sized shell And swallows my religious sentiments Smoke Ashes Flesh Their sentiments haunt me in memories Cushioned and stuffed like quilt in my pillows Burning the effigies into the toxins I swallowed Down by the valley of romantic deaths It sipped my soul out of my bottle XXXXX
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
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