Like a vernorexia of Fire
Deep in my phantasmagoria
Lets live it as it comes;
We say
Having dalliance with our weakness
Awaiting denouement like thaumaturgy
A kerfuffle in our huderon heart
Reflecting through our welly lives
Just like a dysania of life
This life is worthless
We say
Hope it was all a dream
All tumult to the supreme
Wrath is the reward
Even when we suffer it
Selcouth as it is
But as selcouth as i am
Little do i know
Hope is to the Creator
When you absquatulate it
Wrath shall be your Abode
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