an archaic trauma summons
screaming sirens as dead gods rising
putting out the eyes of every storm
we will not allow the polite lie of subsiding
we enter into a pact
a towering pillar of our selfishness
to grudge fuck life, bloody in its face
injecting a molten load of our liberation
shedding the tears molting the morals
better to rot in the earth
then to know their weight again
better to freeze in the night of nothingness
then to suffer dull entombment
of "what ifs" and "what fors"
and "God if onlys!!!! "
this is His Word
Our Oath
We who are all that Is.
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