Tag: fate
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SOFIANNA
Signs of violent times Lines of hopeless people seeking the divine The wicked triumphal, committing violent crimes The blood, the blood, the veins, the vines Rusted windvanes spin when the dim King arrives Prideful by dint of dim gold Thriving by dint of thinned tribe Thinner and thinner as if they refused dinner In these…
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Poking dead dreams with a stick
I would be adoration’s target I dreamt of being a star In any field Now the very inkling sickens quickly More quickly than I sink to this quicksand that is life Nothing seems to stick, though I have applied adhesives thick, slicking My wick unredeemable grows diminutive indeed Godspeed I say myself, nobody else willing…
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Quantity surveying my hash
Keef as would fill up the stolen Mount Keefe Chalice Whose unknown maker his useless initials inscribed Elucidating nothing thereby, in 1590 It is like I am speaking of myself, whose writing trialful Turns many an eye away instantly, who could spite them Such rinds I peel away, which fall in orange spirals Are for…
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When I die
What is seeded accedes to another Interned unseen beneath a cedar Like a seed in cerecloth Take me far from evil and bury me I have in the loam grim merriment Let burrowing worms enter me in the great below Making citadels of useless bone, I am a thing stown Pick a place without stone…
Alchemisland 