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Best Poems Written by Silas Clairmont

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Hands Bound To Clouds

We wear lighting to our wrists. signals messages of silence to a gold tower.

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Tyranny

Sky says goodbye and begins the ritual. The swirl of yellow moons arise.

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The Sins of the Father Heaped Upon the Son

We four men raise our hands with blood lacerated to be written upon a book named doom. Whose words bring that which was grasped and phased into our minds by ghoulish men with scales in their hearts as they lead to the door.  our deaths pass on to our sons. The first to be split into two the second to be faithful to the cosmic king. The third he stands behind the curtain. The fourth man and bat wrapped in flames stand in the middle. These brothers stand in the eye of the storm's tentacled threshold.

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The Red Goo

As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and  god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.

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Beneath the Pages Written a Great Horror Awakes

I clasp my hands upon the cheeks of a sinful man's cheeks defenestrate him as he flies in the sky away from the house he was cast out of only for me to feel dysentery my belly opens up.  From the protruding from my belly, a tumor with an almost human face vomiting serpents coalesced with the head of iguanas and connected to my tumor. The man whom I threw came back tenfold a battle ending with one kingdom standing to bare witness to something older coming for us all.

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What Comes Out of Wall of Time

The chorus of faceless senators in a mass of a church with the great black light opening. Becoming what is under the cloak of reality. the belly of the beast carrying the church with wood moldy corrode. It calls out from the open mouth of its winged hyenas from the glass spoon forged by the great starfish whose pink runs around the bridge of feathers. Hammering down beating the scales of bees sword thirsty in a windy sky.

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The Natural Fruit Rots

As humanity unfolds you can see the convenience of the buried secrets society has left to disregarding the inevitable point of curiosity humans always have for we unshroud anything we can produce as indecipherable. As the dirt is further dug we shall only find ourselves to be consumed by the great leviathan that which its appellation as we all are aware is called the great unknown or as I see it the whispering void. then our shells consumed among the worms nothing more than more secrets locked away.

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The Hands Given

The flying hands with wings told me the secrets of the father i knew. How he walked among the ocean surface with his billion cockroach army. The hand would tell me how he walked into a hole leading down the stairs saying for he would return in new skin. Now the hand gave me the fleece of a dragon. the ocean a 4 eyed drake breathing flies says welcome my son join me and hear the bells.

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King In the Sky

God what is god I know what it is I have seen it he is the door of the canorous singing void. 
For he is a great big gaping black hole with sounds of whale calls coming from the heart stopping staring abyss. This beautiful orb leaves a wave to aurify space and time. Out of the black oil pool of shadows a murmuration of charming UFO angels whistling as they soar like a gray bee through the colorful universe. Last thing coming was a ball of gleaming light going into its cocoon of dirt grass and skin to become the gray messiah with a crown of stars soon a legend it shall be.

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The Feathered Owl Man and His Social Theories

Can he dance for do you move heterogeneous. clam chowder to be ingested can you guess his name. Undistinguished gentlemen ferocious and insane. Currently the much wise sagacious yeti  who devolution confer his home to a carpenter. I came to listen to turculent demon who eyes glow with a scinilliant green light a head of a tiger wings of a hawk opens maestoso revealing a conjoined body of faces made of clay crooning in refrain. Heres comes the godhead brain.