Bite My Thumb
If Thou attempts to lend a foul touch of façade after dumping me in the pitiful pits full of gravel that Thou so soullingly buried me in.
Than I shall rise with glory & spit on Thy’s shoes.
To be translucent against Thee rafts and struggles of evil,
As for evil is sensing karma’s grand shovel digging each and one of us out with such honorable praise,
Heading steady on a straight light path of new beginnings.
Copyright © Prisencia Angelus | Year Posted 2022
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