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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?

As one way or another many, infused, inebriate their thoughts to inertia

Binding and bound; within these thicker links of connotations chains....

While they bury their bleeding nails into walls; immersed within darker days

Wherein few lives withdraw completely these claws, of concourses contaminating

Which extends itself polymorphously, deeper....

This unknowing muted muse amongst, everbearings, everyway?!

Unto the very core within, bleaksomes mangled maze, of, adapted art....

This abstract and blurried shadow of vagues, prolific presentations

How to pound the hearts into tears, of burnings coffins, set ablaze

Amid the dawning of insanities decrying of decrepits, decores, so displayed....

Within these assylums waiting for their fills

Beyond, the ghostly bars of Baals, notes, now played

By this 'Phantom of The Operas' corpse; deceivings decay, exhumed....

These flaming embers of ashes; fortiums pins of pain!

The crows casting within corners; like shackles upon most; the guiles, of guildeds shame?

This sifting of flour to find the implosion of caverns

Crashing, upon themselves to the suffocating truths, of, their often buried alive....

Subsisting encased within the cages like creatures, placed on exhibit?

An example, of the modern day creations, lifted from the poisoned palettes, of Palladians ways

Swirling within these inversions; smoke upon the rise....

Black splashings, atop the pavement of profounds 

Sculptors, with their crucifying knives!

More concise within their uncompromising; binding the bound, within these thicker links of 
chains

While they bury their bleeding touch, into the walls of this darklings darkest haze

Wherein few souls escape such palindromic brushings 

These, emdedded pigments, of the palinodes days of daze....

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