Modern Fugitive And... Betrayal Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

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foist thy cause... facile features
may render lines smooth, and
dirty old cigars smoke like a ham,
but it's the exulted thoughts
o'debased angels, we... guileless
we... in our crumbled shrines
and sin

it's that guileless sin o' we...
inveterate angels... lost n' found
entities your ravaged parents seek -
frantically sought in venal stores
the streets... in your LIFE

WEeee, so lost...
in the paradox o'
lucid words:
a mortar n' brick discourse
to our shielded estate

this, behemoth IRONY

= +... equals plus

Goodbye, then...
farewell to thee n' thy
Judas kiss.
pose thy farewell...
and so, miscarry grace
and to distant zones.
coddle that, the...
fractious temper o' Baal...
HE... HE...is thy FrIEND


Vaya con Diablo, my friend...
Vaya con... Diablo

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