It's mild compared to the wild
untamed mysts of
these uncharted seas
its wonder cries loud
and shouts clouds
just to please me
we
have dripped thru the truth
confused the here for now
the last for least the up
for out
and now
its servile to the saints
of irony    hypocrisy
all the dirty deeds
they bleed
and seed
within this violent creed
Paranoia, dichotomy
cerebral sodomy
beneath the sheets
that speak of your
stains
our claims
of hierarchy   over all
we see
but soon the world will
soak in bleach
float from reach  in
seas of despair
in Mes everywhere...
cipheringthesilence
puellas world
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