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vilified, it crept past the rest of the garbage…
through the tomb to the cemetery with fleeting decay…
broken elements spinning like a rusty nail into the vessel…
flowing over the more compelling artifact…
floating and edging chance with responsibility…
willingly described as chicanery consumed by blight…
crucified as the deity came to life…
feeling the conscious mind controls…
following strands of light collecting into a new vision…
the ear and the eye constantly manifested by destiny…
slowing the reckless beasts, each the best…
wriggling and straining against the current of tiny prisms weaved together…
managed mention of plights eat the grave, that stasis thing…
Posted by :\_khet on January 27th, 2009 in d for Dysteleology..., personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.