If I were to,

Lock ruby ridden doors for roach ridden floors bleed without grace Roused rounded wounds throughout nightly escapes And gaping fields of endless escapades And gaping seas my moses blade has wrenched to dictate. Pace rotting church floors, so I merry-may await god to knock upon my door alike a loving mother His guilty spires to sing and relapse my sorrows Eviscerate rusted razors to lacerate a clean slate. And in the roar of rain and reign of vines That pin and pay homage to this chime of final time To frou-frou odes oozing scarlet against saccharine skin And touch and go chortles chilling curve brow'd kin To Cupid bow'd lips agape with cherry tipped spit Ribbed'n red ribbons t'reach 'round rust ridden gates to 6ft city scapes Lay'n low below poppy pinned limbs Lifeless Carcasses drowning in ailed acrid hailing wails, Limestone limbs aground with grave grown pests, quilled acid arms armed with bitten black mitts Askewed pinching pincers ripp'd the petty sinner's wings, now Falling as fallen fallacies face fickle teenage fantasies Falling as to fall affronted towards Mother-made dishonor doused among sickly star shine, Clutching contorted flesh wrung of blackened regret hung 'pon the sinful spine of east borne wind where the church resides. Mine spires spindle star swept sereneties To cloth mine carcass From candid claws, in a rust ridden razor haze O' Lacerate and Eviscerate this crass phase. Perhaps if I were to, Rebate the mirror that faces the sinner's face, Would I face the same fate? 3//8//2025