It appears the time has come.
The worlds is an oyster..
like an apple core..
pearly white cruxes
amplified descent.
riches, vague and insubstantial.
Deep below graves lay seeds
Deep within seeds lay monsters
Grotesque, Sullen, Betrayed.
My anger, my arousal.. deafened.
muffled breaks. coughs like daggers.
retired instances..
Tomorrow my soul will be buried.
no wakes, no bedfellows.
a desecrated corpse.
strange..
the tree.
founded on earth.
bearer of forbidden fruit.
unimaginable compromises.
seedless grapes, rotten apples.
squashed.
reward me.
for I am your burden.
with feet of clay.
a morose obstacle.
glued to my seat..
staring at a screen.
with out blood on my hands.
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