Why have I written
my signature in brimstone,
rocky road to damnation?
Perhaps
the good book sizzles
when everybody's gone.
Through signs they shall know you.
surrender your water,
never again
Content with what we have.
Counting the hours
I make a pact with the Other.
Hold fast your fast,
a festering delight,
Maggots are protein
so why blur the lines?
The facts are there
where?
somewhere -
wher were wolf
Blasphemous courts.
I've been contracted
to level this home.
Stone or clay, doesn't matter,
as long as I am
whole.
An owl, a fly, a gargantuan mouth,
some, who, where?
Been pawning the slivers
of yesterday's souls.
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