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Bedlam
The venter buckles under stone chest
as the ruins bleed a steady trickle
of rancorous malady and discontent.
The strange enters the temple
and takes hiding beyond the ascertainable.
This evil attempting to upend
the twenty-three pillars
supporting five entablatures:
Clairvoyance, Perspicuity, Lucidity, Reflexion, Sagacity.
Unbridled from broken reins,
I have lost all control of the beast.
Thrashing about,
pretty plates fall
and shatter in their frailty.
No muse with pulchritudinous song
to assuage the anguish of existence,
and still the lusus naturae
before any more innocents
are forced into self-harm
with false repentance
or to tear into the creature
with arrowed pity.
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