your throne a stool of drawn blanks
grief, pestilence and lamentable callous reproduction
extraordinary irrelevance, exemption culled at birth
grunt for speech, that the cavernous mountain of sin persists
a sign of parasitic state, a leech attached in a shared doomsday bond
a forced marriage of sorts best left unexplained
convenient at best, mere prove that destiny must be colour blind
biting frost, infernal skewered tale
tall tab of a task to digest
monitored granted guidance driven to the wall
pressed on or stepped upon
squash whoever became the necessary cost
balancing the karmatic scales
loaming beacon of disaster, screams of extremes
I do not need you, never did.
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