What is important in despair?
What is worthy if all falls
Down into that ditch?
Unholy bitch, hedged out, hemmed in hegemony.
Undone this worldly pit of
Dissatisfaction, putrid, putrefaction of sin.
I'm dipped in it, this serpent
Is my only friend. But the stench
Is something prefunct, preternatural style of men.
I gaze into my black heart, precinct of the grim
Unholy black art, carnal den so dim.
I cannot fill this cistern, my cup
Just wants to rust, beholden.
But in the eye of the one who held me,
Held me up in whim, un-hostile holster
To foster once again, no harbor
For the dark born boulder, the warrior
Within this chapel blossoms into rooms, all intricate.
Each one filled with his rose essence, prescient
And plain. What's with this Eucharist?
Allegorical prayers,
Oligarchical patronage,
Original Dish or Plate.
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