…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
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A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
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Categories:
idempotent, jesus, judgement, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
There’s no such thing as a continuator,
Or that is what we must assume freely,
To think as relational people, proper,
To function today as contributors truly.
We have a continuator if suicidal thoughts,
Encompass and claim to wreck our posture;
Someone to fall back on to ignite and cox,
Someone to give us our usual composure.
But that is exceptional and mustn’t exist,
Our saviours mustn’t exist in the assumptions,
Of our relationships, steadfast or even a cyst:
Our correlations must take our idempotent ions.
We are all autonomous people, whole beings,
Able to legislate our own freedom and our pen,
And so if you leave us looking with hangings,
For an unlocatable god, then just stay in the den!
Categories:
idempotent, anxiety, destiny, god, relationship,
Form: Quatrain