Vanished soverign morbidity
I hold the truth to all lies
And denies
Of an application to become the teeth.
Gods of chameleons
An exquisite machine of necessary torture
That is used as a frontal flesh remover.
Preaching to the converted
When the converted
Are a conversion
In the process of converting
An exquisite machine of necessary torture.
Black and white coloured reveries
That reflect the cancerous spread
Of your grey-stained ash soul
And irresistable fork in the road.
Baby, the church bells toll for you.
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