Blistering Lips of the Betrayer
I dine with the blind,
See this divine,
Oh dear mankind,
Drink chalice wine.
You all go blind,
Say everything is fine,
Let the fine dine,
Reaching out for lies.
The supper of flies,
Soon be crucifies,
Man becomes sinner,
Mouth of blisters.
Death to the light,
Self smite, death write,
Flesh like bites,
Fade out of the lights.
Copyright © Nicholas Hamilton | Year Posted 2023
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