Tag: rites
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Goat-demanded commotion
Somewhere tucked away, the rite’s subprime location Known to vocational fondlers, perverts, and worshippers of Satan Inside a wrecked church’s remnant transept Half Her statue, the ducts of the Virgin who wept smashed by searchers Blessings expire like third time seductions, we must rebeg; Glories golden at accomplishment’s noisy moment olden to less. I woke…
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Dost thou not know me, Osiris?
Scant relief Burning through weed and weedy Sin Eaters Who enter eager but depart defeated misdemeanour-beleaguered, Having trekked the requisite leagues to my evil peak, Where voice stealing winds dream of flutes And the many uses to which they should turn tools Such as the hands gifted to, grafted onto, human fools. Liver bin fit…
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Thedifferencemaker
What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound My upsetting letter was the scar reviver My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned, In the dirt, the corpse…
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