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Cathedral Notre-Dame De Paris

Hail Mary full of Grace, 
In castles, painted stone.
The chairs too small for children now,
The Lord is (somehow) with thee.
Though the faces scorn and mock me.
The angels died with heaven.
Blessed are thou among women 
Who look on silently,
Staring into me,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb 
Biting, burning like the candles.
Prayers that never left their heads
 Jesus.
Gone, gone with the blood soaked cloth
But still lives on in death.
Holy Mary Mother of God,
Birthed was He
Of human woman blood
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Where death takes all to our head
And is Fatal as fighting sleep.
In boxes men un-become their sins
And fight the life they’ve given thee.
Return your flowers to dead souls!
They care not for your pity,
In coffins layered in stone 
Mummified corpses only.
Hail the true blood
Hail the power
Hail the bombs that brought the concrete pillars of God 
To their knees.
To their death, the dust does settle 
And by god do they scream,
Amen.

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Rare

We,
We are alone, together.
Yes, you.
Floating,
Bobbing like buoys.
It's strange,
That I am not alone
In this ocean.
Bubbling to the surface.
We,
Now together,
Looking out to the mist
Smelling harsh salt and cold.
Like ice, hail, slicing our senses
But the rain skips creamy stones 
Over our tongues.
Fighting to breathe
In the cold, wintery 
sea.
White waves
Crashing on to the sand, snow
That only you can see
From this floating, makeshift island.
Go,
To the land. 
And let me drown,
Back to the depths
Of a solitary 
existence.
Wind shaking your 
Bones,
But water encases 
the.
And dose more than chill
Me.
You,
Still on the floating dock,
Wondering,
where 
the 
light house 
Is.

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Remembering Things You Want To Forget

Ripples running from the moist
Hot, water.
That mix together with heat and create light.
As is the way of summer,
Steaming,
Fleshing out black letters
Micro chips in beaded into your skin.
Where the hard sounds of sentences 
And paragraphs 
Flourish.
Like the air plants that dangle from the clouds
Taking in nervousness 
Through their roots
Absorbing the knowledge 
With out the need for space
To breath.
Shorts, shoes
Too small to soak in earth
Quakes 
That rumble our heads, 
Shaking out beads of sweat.
Give me a moment to comprehend 
What is God.
Is he rocks beneath our feet,
That crumble when we cry.
Is he light,
From the darkened sky.
That follow the feeling of paradise,
And trickling water, 
That is falsely turning us into plants.

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The Hyenas

Tobacco,
Littering,
Smell of teen spirit.
Scratching it on telephone poles
Gnawing on selfie sticks.
Cat toys,
For ruthless animals.
Hidden in boney skin suits
Sniffing out blood
Sinking their teeth into complements,
Insults.
 Noisily chewing their prey 
To stick under tables, desks.
Bitter garbage they scavenge.
Look at the raw, cold meat they sink in their claws!
Love with passion,
And false flags flying!
But hate 
Make sure you hate.
Laugh at fear!
Hysterical snickering,
And twist your words.
Growl in your gut,
And,
And!
Sniff the rotted fleshy ground,
And howl to packs to bring 
Them down.
In darkness past muddy pools of alcohol.
Into the night,
Our paws cut up from needles littering the street.
Mangy, sweaty, hopeless animals.
Nipping ears,
Picking fights,
Whining for love but too feral to pet.
Licking wounds while walking around fires and secretly wishing escape.
Yes, escape!
To be rescued,
Freed from this torment,
But not wanted to show weakness,
We cackle and hiss
While shivering.
Loss of blood leaving us cold and bruised.
Running our teeth over fresh canines.
Fear clawing at our weak bones,
Turning us lean.
Devouring marrow from our meals,
Picked clean.