Forespoken Greed
Fore-spoken Greed,
A Tangle Weed,
Thus, Thy, Therfore
Knowing,
Thy Deamon in the Night,
& If What Then
Therefore Thy Secreted
Thou Judgement,
Decree's What Thy Doom
Will Be, . . .
Become Therefore Unjudged, &
Will Surpassed Thy Deamon;
The Hell Exhumes Through Thee
& a Thought Entangled;
Given & Taken From Thee,
A Pleasure . . . Greed, . . . What A Pleasure . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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