Shireen Ramadan Poems
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Feed Me Opera! Thugs & Lycans!
Keep your eyes on the ground; I'm the force ov empty in your system.
To germinate in a royal cavity, waste ov human gene.
I'm a fleshy activated weapon in chains; I'm a slave to Shiva in mass destruction.
Set me free; remove my shackles, in thunder ov bowels, for the cannibal deity.
We don't die often, to console with animals & beetles ov hunger.
We're not your tamed, we're the vision, we're the Lycans.
Wolves ov Ezra as children ov night, in dreaming eyes ov lost sapphire.
We raise in fire focus, in force ov betrayers, to handle us as dolls ov devil, as Seraph in higher ...
The only company is my screams in a dark mind ov fear
Mass hearts from ashes, grinding his mercy
Slaughtering me in numb fingers & comatose twisting belief
Brainwashed in nerve fever, ov religious unclear
God's fever in black disease for figures unpagan
As if he's a scientist to cook raw brains Pyrrhonic
Sadism in dark minds over worshipped relief
As if I'm acting experiment ov void ironic