Christmas well passed; I just today
wrapped the final parcel,
Next week if you’re lucky,
I will give; and tell rhymes,
in answer
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I will p1ss on your grave,
in homage to your infallible,
dried-out v@gina,
I will p1ss on your grave,
and stand there in the rain,
tap-dancing alone,
I will p1ss on your grave,
dreaming of that moment,
I saw you die
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The discrepancy between that – which lingers at the tip of the tongue – wow! to that which gets chiselled into eternity; for prosperity – profound… to say the least,
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[ no love; no loss ]
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But I digress [?]
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Whatever I was trying to say
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still relevant
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There was a flash,
a trigger of thought,
a vibration of joy,
as I saw the Book of Witches
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There was a howling inside,
Wake up! Wake up!
as I recalled the urges,
and the smell of Brimstone
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There was a path once revealed,
long forgotten; lower yields,
upon the face of Lady Death,
my Mistress; I place my lips
Better be the world of mine,
To stay away,
To shun that which burns,
Too deep the scars of late,
Too long the healing wait,
To feel again something
A craving,
Let others inherit the earth,
Stand tall among words
Written before,
I should smile at this but
Knowing the truth hurts,
so I go
In silence,
Hurt