Iapetus
my father my god
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This is a revelation: I am waiting here to die.
Hanging and bloodied; the apple of my Father's eye.
An ample carnal offering to forever sate his ire;
The emaciation of the soul, the evisceration of desire.
But
my
children!
My
children,
mourn
not
my
battered
flesh
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