the devil took my
clothes and stripped me of my name I became the shotgun messenger the
prophet of a new gospel that was totally insane and
mine were broken commandments before they were ever carved in bone hallucinogenic manna that
was less than halfway baked
I saw patterns emerging
that were hidden from science they only blossomed
in the darkness of the gardens in my mind on a vicious island in a
secret archipelago on
the ocean of despair
I was eaten by moths who feasted on my organs and
left me wafer thin solitary and moonstruck in
urgent need of repair I was a one man holocaust in a
dystopian nightmare that I myself devised there was an armageddon there and no-one
else survived
if I was taught a lesson it was difficult to decipher my bones have rejected meaning and my mind denies the consequences of feasting with my demons I’ve been hung out to dry in the sodding rain a man who prayed for a fair wind and reaped a hurricane
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