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Venom

My Saturn pricked from thorns Blood red stains appeared Drunk in all the pain In this deafening sphere Lost inside this maze Likely insanity's near I grasped the rope so tightly 'Til I reached the atmosphere The Polaris I'd gazed Proved it unworthy For the face of doom was released Without delay My voyage betrayed me As I turn to port, Pulse and heartbeat ceased Blissful miss With a cyanide kiss Hell! That's what it is... Never again will I touch thy lips, Lest I will dive Holding hands with gravity.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/6/2017 4:48:00 PM
Wow! This deserves grave consideration. So serious and edgy. Sailing can be treacherous but then again so can the land and its inhabitants.
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