Heavens judge the lame on Earth
who wander around trying to “find themselves”
Needles with black ink tracing their thoughts on papyrus
Permanent but not infinite
Removable but not temporary
Their lessons never forgotten by the biblical sluts
judgement on their reptilian tongue
Severed relationships secure cynical consequences
Never forgotten are the words that cut through me
like knives that should have cut through you
Your table has been set
His Majesty awaits the arrival of the sinless sinners
whose disappointments scattered ‘round the Earth
only populate the workings of this text
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2016 17:05
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Comments1
This is very realistic and sounds like
Something I would write actually,,Beautiful work!!
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