you, damnation
my eternal punishment
the beads i pray upon
disintegrate before my
last Amen
the flowers i arrange
upon your altar
burst asunder
below your breath
i am bled for your demons
deboned by your butchers
thrown as scraps to Cerberus
and you, who cares not,
carry conflict as a shield
to my weary resolution
deny me with malice;
this speck of soul
flutters away
unsettled
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