Nostalgic for Rainy Hell

Discarded memories

Remember the present

As something repeating

And nostalgia

Becomes a poor man bleeding

The Emperor

Topples established kings

In the hopes of dynasty

Children wish to be adults

So that they may control the scaffold

Deceiftul creativity

The sexes

Of no sex

The hurt of a bruise

Ordered to be fed

Earthly majesties

Mountains of God

Like Christianity just might be good

If it is forced on us

Babble might be logical

If it drowns out the world

That is so logical it becomes coercive

And hell is the crusted hope

Which symbolized forgiveness

The adult saying

"All you have to do is ask"

And I know

All I have to do is be myself

Comparisons that are nuclear

Pantoums of repitition

Haikus

Of something false

Sheep's nipples are protected

The sheep that call themselves human

As they fornicate mercy's myth

And watch

As their shepard rapes the process

That was my blood flowing.

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