Untitled 29/06/2012

Nights carry me forth, home
Entrancemperium of oaths
Thus, they spake of their curse
The distant reverence

The acclamation and ensorcellment of the weak
Strike from birth
Not destroying that which breeds within

This, the modern Prometheus of fable; as true
Progressive destruct of nerve sensation
Take away tomorrow, sink unto their sorrows

A grand declaration of these lies whereupon you lay
Decent unto the burning pit of dust
Windswept like the internal beast
A churned maelstrom

V. M. Vindheim ©2012

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