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Factories of The Broken And Hopeless
Copper blazed in
blood and gold.
Battered, broken
season’s cold.
Jaded eyes
flood scarlet tears.
Scratched and carved
in silent years.
Chalice filled
and gleaming red.
Rubies spilt
and slowly bled.
Whispered souls
of faithful rest.
Lost in time
or something less.
Love’s sin fair,
be still thy heart.
Faults appear
in fallen art.
Not this hope
will heal the scars,
but callous in
beliefs so far.
Only faith,
debris, and stone.
Crumble fast
and broken bone.
Drink, from me,
this fortune’s cup.
And live, once more,
in delicate lust.
Jewels imprint
the silver glass.
Blood seeps in
through the crash.
Shattered frail
and walls imbrued.
Shards of gestures
sharp and lewd.
Lurid shapes
in shadows cast.
Deliberate flaws
in these years past.
Now the chalice
flows infernal.
Drink, once more,
and live eternal.
