A Midsummer Death Sentence.
At the drowning of Atlantis
Were the anvils upon the eyelids
Something amidst a toxic enchantress
That is a parting farewell bids
It looks like we're in motion
But it's some lightyears, grinding halt.
Fabric knit from threads of corrosion
Like sugar, still dissolves the salt
Between the sky and where Horizon bends
But overshot the heads of the stars
Is a joke, a son risen as darkness descends
Savior or satellite, flyby christ behind Mars
Lest they be haters, liars, idolaters
Or be bound by their own righteous iron
Be it death by the book, or mercy's imitators
It always disintegrates, wailing of the siren
A gasping difference in the suffocation
Of the reich of avioli that comprise the lung.
Could I exhale a vacuum of asphyxiation?
One last try at spitting dirt before biting off my tongue
The consequence, consecutive sequence
A typical pattern of DECAY
Logic long foregone by constant fucking nonsense
It didn't make a fuck or really matter anyway...
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