Guest Shiva H. Vishnu Posted July 27, 2006 Share Posted July 27, 2006 in observation of my spiritual caste i slaughter the day at the alter of waste i bludgeon the hours with the buzzing of taste and baptise me in stupor, quite cautiously paced my ignoble clay pot of a soul, set in jade in your ill fated honor i hold a parade with masked marching miscreants festively flayed until, drunk with submission, apologies brayed holy light, push your hands through the pores of this screen bleeding hope into knowledge of saviors unseen steal a space for my eyes in an ocean of green breathe your mist through the cogs of this broken machine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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