God the delusion,
Silent ant lonely as the most insignificant things, Devoid of battle or dignity, Surrendered long spiteful apathy ago to those who wound namelessly in the guiltless quickening sands of justified arrogance, In whose name they're relentlessly seeking, But the scrounging only occurs the invisible cloak of unadulterated yet hidden obtrusion: Shame.
In lieu of your tomorrow,
Defiled.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Home World Sky I
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