We are like clasped hands, unseperable.
Each Limb interlocked, unrecognisable!
The lines of our different identities fused
So much so that our beings become confused!
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Hell Bent And Glorious

Hell bent and glorious,
Pleasured on forbidden pleasures.
Weeping children adorn the playgrounds,
Littered like autumn leaves.
Waiting to decompose, fear feeds
Bottomless mouths and pink bellies.
Endless consumption of provoking.
Dark is the light shun upon them,
Harsh is the landscape below them.
Through their feet they feel
The tears of our 'Mother' weeping.

Harassing a picture of perfection, while
On the breath of a fallen angel
We fly to oblivion, unsuspecting!

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