To Cast a First Stone
envenom! **** and enslave.
tether to your flesh, me.
abandon, scourge and punish:
wreak debauchery and hell
on my palpitating flesh of marble.
yet – still i stand.
bring rain, bring doubt, bring stress.
sow the seed of Discordia
within, afront, behind and without me.
put me under scaphism,
truly am I deserving of that,
for strong were the poisons and evils
of my sacred terrorism…
immure me then for ages,
defenestrate my tattered being
and guide my spirit then see it
from outside of myself,
how the body soon is lapidated
and left then for food to the dogs
and to the sewer-children.
but i stand.
make a changeling and call it by my name,
make an endling out of me?
and smear then my lineage!
it will matter not at all;
still i stand.
open up your large
and menacing
black ****ing hole,
do what you need to do to me.
you will still lose,
you will lose regardless,
and you will lose either way.
chaos woman!
you cannot win this game,
for this game is rigged
with truth.
you will die from the very rock
you of all people
eventually became
very first to cast.
Copyright © The End Commune | Year Posted 2021
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