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Pagan blood, cracking bone.
Eviscerated entrails.
Her eyes, they lascerate insides
So inhale, and avert thine,
Air-borne disease; our own
Bad medicine,
Remember smoke,
Like daggers.
(to My)
future unborn,
Forever begetting...
But never regretting
whet with thy talent, son
Neglect not,
And forget not...the forget me nots..
.
.
.
Fae-folk crimson,
Unbred squalor.
Lilite reversed
Seethe, then soothe
Calm the beast in me
In you.
We are free
To pick and choose...
The ripe.
Fire emblem,
My pen:
Write thrice...
Once to blame,
Twice to fight,
Last, to incite.
We shall not be victims.
Bloody omen
Harbringer of
Godless things.
I retreatÂ
Into sanctuary.
Pagan blood flow -
veins of my
hollow temple.
Misery, speak.
.
.
"We shall not be victims."