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bird droppings from the skies I'd plummet into the arms of the open road of the paved places of the winding canal of the idle city sleeping drowsy in my somberness quiet in my pain, I labored spilling my blood with a copper's clamor the din of supper, scraping rusting fork & spoon 'pon tin plate to hear ravens' drowning cries rattling in the tin can of my empty mind searching for the truths devoured by many come before who wound me dearly who loved me, dearly and craved every drop of blood succored every morsel of marrow how they loved me, my flavor my scent craved the texture of my soul that decadent, succulent chew the note of my fermented heart the painsteaking cuisine of my hopes & fears no monster could dare devour as humans do, as humans do... as human devour whom they love... and wherever you go finding me, as aimless trails of loose change, on sidewalks on open roads in parking lots, in the hot sun or shade know they wandered there in drunken stupors as I fell out of the gullets of their wanton avarice, they lost me perpetually spreading my worth, as they spread their disease cloven hooves clopping, clapping, clipping their way away from the devastation of the feast of my dying like banks emptying in my ruin of the wake of my demise their empires, falling fiat failing loose change spooling like my passions, my yearning for pleasures of flesh they ***** every woman I ever adored society, in the desert of that lustful ****** disemboweling... establishments, perishing grants, drying up riverbeds, swamp-like don't forget how they, you, chose the love of money over me, as you butchered me, like choice cattle no golden calf could ever beat veal no price could hold sway over the madness of their deal how demons waited gap-toothed smiles twinkling eyes dark, cold, wanting, hungry accepting every handshake with glorified glee malice of eternities, met with mirth, poured over sinful charity, from those who destroyed the good despite the evils that would follow I was the innocence - the sacrifice, they enjoyed every taste of my youth, my joy, my spirit, my screams, they enjoyed every taste of my innocence despite every harrow, nestled in every mouthful, like broken glass filling in fillet mignon ****** good fun... and here I am this one's yours your own pretty penny with no thoughts to spare for your pennies could never purchase my thoughts for my thoughts are worlds of real estate no longer on the market closed like never-never land a tombstone reads: "Here lies, he who never lived, for living was too high a price, for the world to bear being free, due his freedom, therefore, he died, that they may remain slaves to the devil's delights, evermore..." and no one was there to proclaim forgiveness that they, who ransacked, knew not what they did for they, who ransacked, did know and yet persisted for the sake of their own yields of riches, *** and a deep-rooted desperate sin called, "greed"
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Loose Change Pathway...
bird droppings from the skies I'd plummet into the arms of the open road of the paved places of the winding canal of the idle city sleeping drowsy in my somberness quiet in my pain, I labored spilling my blood with a copper's clamor the din of supper, scraping rusting fork & spoon 'pon tin plate to hear ravens' drowning cries rattling in the tin can of my empty mind searching for the truths devoured by many come before who wound me dearly who loved me, dearly and craved every drop of blood succored every morsel of marrow how they loved me, my flavor my scent craved the texture of my soul that decadent, succulent chew the note of my fermented heart the painsteaking cuisine of my hopes & fears no monster could dare devour as humans do, as humans do... as human devour whom they love... and wherever you go finding me, as aimless trails of loose change, on sidewalks on open roads in parking lots, in the hot sun or shade know they wandered there in drunken stupors as I fell out of the gullets of their wanton avarice, they lost me perpetually spreading my worth, as they spread their disease cloven hooves clopping, clapping, clipping their way away from the devastation of the feast of my dying like banks emptying in my ruin of the wake of my demise their empires, falling fiat failing loose change spooling like my passions, my yearning for pleasures of flesh they ***** every woman I ever adored society, in the desert of that lustful ****** disemboweling... establishments, perishing grants, drying up riverbeds, swamp-like don't forget how they, you, chose the love of money over me, as you butchered me, like choice cattle no golden calf could ever beat veal no price could hold sway over the madness of their deal how demons waited gap-toothed smiles twinkling eyes dark, cold, wanting, hungry accepting every handshake with glorified glee malice of eternities, met with mirth, poured over sinful charity, from those who destroyed the good despite the evils that would follow I was the innocence - the sacrifice, they enjoyed every taste of my youth, my joy, my spirit, my screams, they enjoyed every taste of my innocence despite every harrow, nestled in every mouthful, like broken glass filling in fillet mignon ****** good fun... and here I am this one's yours your own pretty penny with no thoughts to spare for your pennies could never purchase my thoughts for my thoughts are worlds of real estate no longer on the market closed like never-never land a tombstone reads: "Here lies, he who never lived, for living was too high a price, for the world to bear being free, due his freedom, therefore, he died, that they may remain slaves to the devil's delights, evermore..." and no one was there to proclaim forgiveness that they, who ransacked, knew not what they did for they, who ransacked, did know and yet persisted for the sake of their own yields of riches, *** and a deep-rooted desperate sin called, "greed"
Horrors looming on the horizon, for them to seem pretty(er), better to accept their approach, than to run and be devoured from behind, as if that sinful cowardice worthy only of lucifer, satan, and the devil, or any anti-christ, changes one's fate...
DEW
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
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