His slovenly lordship, spits phlegmy ages
Yawns the weary aches
Of Death, from his bones
An evil olde sol was he
Woe a black skull ensconced in bones
Insinuating One
He who hammers myth hard on the forge
Woe the ages, so many weary moons
Petrified him, inside to out
Insidiously
From one church, through temples
A winding trail
Gloriou gold paved roads
So many sacrifices
All love became sand
Outside the hourglass
Poured into the palm
Slips surely through frail fingers
That blazing sun under my lids, behind my teeth
Lay dead on the precipice of the abyss
Creeping up to engulf mine eye
To steal my vision complete
To steal all colours
One by one
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