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chaotic soul the Mad king

warm your hands by the stove

don’t worry for the trash heap

relics, glass, the ways that he finds god

Build - do your will

Life – his devotion

Church beams, the ribcage of the whale

Broken tile, broken brick, wood decay

Crucifix cast in cracked plaster

A darkened crypt open mouthed in anguish

The self doubt, his devotion so pure

He cares not for what the heathens think

Abandoned in unholy creation

Scorn and adoration in equal measure

Fervour Dedication

metal groaning

squinting praying

splinters bleeding

The grave of the monk