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I do not Bleed from your Crown of Thorns

Can you see me?

I am the thorn in your eye

I bet you sense me

I am the ever growing presence of your fear

Come have a taste

I am the sour tissue ravishing through your pores

Like a mass grave expending evermore

Like a multitude of plagues reviving

Holy is your name

Like golden hope, all draped on the highest of thrones

Of misfortune and loss, grief and despair

Like beggars of the lesser kind

Sustate et videte, quoniam suavis est Dominus beatus vir, qui sperat in eo

Give praise to the lord,oh merciful lord

I thrive on decadence on the stench of decay

as I tighten the knot on this chain of flesh

A chain of at least a hundred newborn children

entangled by their necks and feet

"For holy is your name and yor glory is eternal"

And we all shall flourish in your name

and feel the warmth of your enlightenment

All withing the circle

A circle of slithering serpents

Like a mass grave expending evermore