Deity of Infamy
On this day pestilence had hands and fingers,
dripping with maroon redemption, soaked in alternate intention,
on this day even the desert felt despair,
felt the footprints of a poisonous discourse.
The Nile with a disrupted course,
soaked with a disposed corpse,
a pest by the name of Seth scarcely shook,
dismemberment with a calm dispose,
a surgeon he worked to implore,
the remains of Osiris,
a drunkard for death,
for blood a whore.
Copyright © Zack Tesla | Year Posted 2011
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