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Tainted divinity

Perched upon a pedestal,
Fragile, precious, and oh so
Breakable.


Your lips are tinged with sins
That wars have waged and blood
Has spilled merely to taste.

Cut the stitches that bind
Mine eyes so i can see the
Truth of it all.

And there it is, oh so clear,
This grotesque city of light
That blinds and traps those within.

And you who built this pit of
Damned sit perched upon a pedestal,
No wonder the people cry out,

Someone, please burn our gods.

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  • Sofia Nadia
    March 3, 2008

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    i love the form and the imagery. specifically the part about the stitches that bind the eyes. each line is a bitter truth it seems. great work. i adore your dark pieces.


  • first forgotten
    February 25, 2008
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    i hate you! your so damn good! im so jealous!