Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Quiet Requiescat


The years marshaled through the scattering

swaddle, septenary, jubilee, and wake; from 

ovum to man, tenancy to bankruptcy, and 

ignorance to erudition cloistered away from 

the foul of mankind, shunning the doctrines of

all religion, no animal or human shall be shackled

and fettered with threatening control by elderly

kooks; the sinewy resentment abides by only

one principle: instinct. Let no lark, siren, and 

apparition upend this callous vengeance, for truism

and truth needs no validity from some artless

pitchfork-wielding sinister who collude with 

Satan himself, hold your prayers, thoughts, and 

condolences for some brittle, God-peccant, acolyte

who couldn’t separate goats from sheep, and last of 

all, you mordant loving God-sociopaths take your

judgment, hatred, supreme self-centeredness and

bury it with your hypocrisy deep within this dying earth

and find your terminus an everlasting stone of refuge 

with eternity and nothing more after. 

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