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Thriving in this fertile miasma
My pores moistened with entropic pestilence
Humid yet inert
Potent and directionless
Awaken

With venom laced words
I channel and evoke images
Within the vessels of my cause

Hapless and misguided
With tales of interlopers and thieves
Of injustice and forgotten pride
They fall at my feet

My power swells
Fists of tarnished iron are forged
To beat down upon the mark

Senses lost to swirling choler
In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony

Ancient verses
Of nomads and wanderers
Burned upon my tongue
And as acid in my blood

Encroacher
No sky or lord may bind

In disgusting envy
Home becomes alien
The kiss of dust hath blessed this land
Stricken and listless
In this ocean of warring leviathans

In bitter malaise
Books become swords
And false promises are tarnished armour

Words of the foolish dead
Rise up as babbling kin
In their midst I am
Where millennia are as one
Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol

Entrenched by the fires of our past
With only visions of endless storms
They shall burn beneath my wretched sun

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A beast approaches
In this winding labyrinth
The walls moist with echoes

My blade finds no deathblow
No weakness is apparent
A battle so futile
From each wound pours a sea of serpents
No head to this nemesis
No end to this struggle
An endless ouroborus
Feeding upon its own demise

Hands drenched in blood and viscera
Yet none sleep sounder

I breathe poison
And scribble falseness

Incantations are weaved
I follow, mesmerised

Symbology sears your lips closed
As all the waters are stirred
The tumult; a maelstrom
Meaning lost to a writhing deceit

Eyes seared closed
All is as I say

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A skyline of turmoil
Screams reach high
Over hills of iron

More falls from your lips
The words concentrate and shatter
Their naked falsity apparent

The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine
In the dust we drown

Teeth into flesh
Find naught but gristle and jaws

Numbers dare not speak our name

A father and child in delirium
Vomit wrenched from the infant's gullet
Smeared across the stone floor
As penance and sacrifice

The pauper's emaciated form
With hollow eyes
Gazes to the bastion

With toxic words
He is bathed in gold
Bones are buried beneath satin

Bread and meat are left to rot
In ritual catatonia

Carry my burdens of dreams and longings
Watch in ecstasy
The procession of retrogrades
To the waiting of grinding teeth

Starving bowels
Cast aside the feast
And burn for the semen of magnates

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Within the sunken palace
The throne stands steadfast
Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections

Its form twisted and unrecognisable
But its power undiminished

Emaciated forms
Sowing the seeds of madness

Obsolete and infantile
The sceptre tarnished and worthless
A disease of strength

I am legion
I wrench the guts from this writhing hall
With the lungs of fire I exhale
And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber
Meaningless symbols are unto dust

The insect exposed
The vestige of our infancy

None mourn
All that is you is forgotten