Hiemal Conga

These chains that bind
are forged of sin divine
original lie spilled
from portal of light
between weeping thighs
first cry signifies
life's incipient decline.

All beams gleam
in the inverted breve
spun in the swoosh
from a scythe
that he heaves,

reap with animus
does he not of
withering glows
no cause for fear
only obrigatório
elegant repose,

repetitive cycle
spins concurrently
whether bud
or beast,

everything
is collected
in muertes
condign
fleeceable
feast.

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