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Burn, Burn, Burn my children, let the world around you crumble.
Hide, Hide, Hide, your faces, lest your God should see you stumble.
Rage, Rage, Rage my brothers, finding solace in disdain.
Hurt, Hurt, Hurt your neighbors, there is justice in their pain.
Hide, Hide, Hide, your faces, lest your God should see you stumble.
Rage, Rage, Rage my brothers, finding solace in disdain.
Hurt, Hurt, Hurt your neighbors, there is justice in their pain.
Literature
Demons are Smarter Than You
The mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered
Literature
October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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Clocks For Eyes
The creature with clocks for eyes
Swallows the years as it prowls our garden
Thin and gangly but with dignified grace
It sees the time on everyone's face
One clock is the present
And one clock is the future
There is no past and
You can never go back
The creature with clocks for eyes
Doesn't tell you when its hungry
It never goes without
Because all it could ever need
Is given without question
It has two faces, four hands
An eternity of deadly conscience
Nothing to reconcile with
Nothing to apologize to
It doesn't hear you
When the jaws snap shut for the final time
You'll know the gateway to the past is closed
There is no t
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This is powerful.
Featured in my Surprise Box this week.
Thank you for your concern while I was hospitalized.
Featured in my Surprise Box this week.
Thank you for your concern while I was hospitalized.