Of Ruin.
By Pride Ed
Dearest wreckage;
this sleep! The carcass
moans in the velvet
at my throat;
scarlet
screams in temples
of solitude as
Gethsemane
wept.
There’s tranquility
in bones protruding
from unhallowed
Earth.
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