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I, the Leviathan

‘Twas all thy impropriety, For, I hung upon your neck, Desecrating and withering away; Wrenching you to your cessation. In your breathe, all I can be, Is a repugnant, vile leviathan. Something so contemptible, I’m merited to tribulation. Contrite, I could never feel; Not for you. Not ever. Heedless, there’s too much to spare, Within thy tormented subconscious. And love nor adulation, Could ever I bestow, To any such a human, Within this world a’ low.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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