I contribute a listless life to this universe
Non-categorized among these numbered pages
Because what can hawks gleam for sustenance
From the dusty bones of a human skeleton
What is gripped in the talons of that predator
Will burst into minute powders that flail away
Like memories of long lost lovers who found
That what they loved was control of hate
So red and volatile as the lust in their loins
Penetrating each as if they should just be knives
Or a prodded utensil like Satan's pitchfork
A torturous device to emit the pain close to death
Because what is more angry than a fallen angel
Scolded for being cast down by the father
And mothers who themselves were no damned saints
You in the puddle with water like blood over it
It being the skeleton clenched by daggers of a terrifying predator, spawned by hellfire.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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