Mine shall not stutter, it is a continuous human echoing absolute
geared up and timed to the pulse of heaven and fueled on the molten hate of hell
Smoke in mouth and tied in leather and grasping the invisible
no half sips of the kind taste of king beggar and madman
Life out of the reflective gloaming
gulping deep from the font and the sacred screed
Hand to the eternal one chosen king God and thy name is Jesus
Without falter or fail
through the maws of regret and grand sorrow
the bleak is pronounced and all to human
with wild thought and mortality winking back
with all to many voices and nothing truly said
with every disgusted gesture and eager vanity
the sweet sting like nothing else, though all to familiar
My dear infernal creation
damp and weighted by the half hearts and grazing mouths
stilted attempts stabbing n the dark
I defy you and I am better
keep talking
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