The Gas Lighter Of Worlds Poem by John Duffy

Her fake but effective pagan tears

Fall crushing spellbound gods and addicted kings or queens

Into crudely obsessed entities

As she makes her dark potions and spells

Filled with twisted visions of truth she uses as her prayer words

That systematically amputate

Conjured worlds

Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour

For customary regulations

As divine authorities
High up in unseen nations twirl


Mortals can't glimpse beyond the scope and dark rim

Of the infinite unbroken dream kingdom

A niche where she's built a heavily guarded penitentiary

To sustain the petitions of desires and poor casualties

Of an ever-increasing surge

Of whaling dispositions

Crying out like white shining smiling crystal meth

For a familiar taste

To serenade much sought after freedom

Holding her blushing hands up

Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife

Filled with shadows of hopes and dreams beyond

Death and decay

She screamed as she sowed the seeds

I'm coming for you
Before you come for me

So pray
You don't get in my
Way

Before I welcome you into my depraved scary
Garden of Eden

Are your eyes ready to gave
What I need

Before I start feeding


Copyright John Duffy
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