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Hydras - A Rhythm Ride
I come not to enlighten you but in my way destroy; embellishment of personhood gives me such little joy. The dark I bring on wings scarred black shall blind the morning light; No trace is left to levitate humanity from blight. Tell parasitic paranoids who need to bleed their hate, I am the Hydra coiled to wrap around their garden gate. I'll feed upon the multitude your little bastard brood, to satiate the darkest fate of my eccentric mood. This universe in multiples (beyond redundancy) where thoughts are bound to mind around a new complexity. The time has come to end the end begun so long ago; the human race is baseless space; corruptions putrid flow. And I have countless duplicates who rival even me; lips drip to sip your succulence, a feast consumed with glee. If could grasp this world within the palm of your right hand, you will not be released or free to walk this worthless land. It is a universal vice I share with you this day: All life will ebb in ember fires turned cold and powder gray. You ask of Poets in my world? I say they all are ONE, each moving like a metronome until their verse is done. You pass these perfumed days of rest 'neath flowers round your gate; but wretched stink of old decay enjoins Mephisto's hate. I write my rhyme in verse to curse and tease with soulless ease. Perhaps I write to steal your fright - we Hydras love to please. Now count the words for I shall not and you will find them true - I RODE THE ROAD OBLIVION IN RHYTHM RIDE TO YOU!!
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