God of Destruction #1Mature

Spinning in an orbit of adrenaline and overdoses,

Nothing breaks the chain, it ties me to a pillar of

Things that are my dying world, the world I'd die for like a

God on a cross, I'd die for you but this is dark religion,

 

Hands clasped, with cracked palms, as dry as pyromaniac

Matches, fizzle out in August evenings, a vague firework lost in

Stars; you're on your knees, red and purple like childhood cuts and

Bruises, innocently maimed.

 

I hate the smell of churches, dens of abuse and the preaching of

Hatred and fear; bow down, bend over, worship a king of destruction,

Blood on an altar, sacrificial cattle, we are all cows, destined for earthly

Slaughter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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