| Today is my Halloween
when castrated dreams
fall blind of folly
and fallacy rides broad
upon daylight.
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| A pigeon fancier's hope
that did not return.
More than just clay
that is shot from the sky.
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| A remembrance of Trinity
that was blasphemed.
Vows that shook the earth
with their meek blood.
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| Castigation of the soul
to rend asunder
dreams not of my
making.
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| Does this Holy Chalice
hold me need
or is my blindness
my saviour.
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| Is a flower crowned
by it's petals
or subjugated by beauty
too pure of life's value.
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| Are these goadings
but a pitiful hope
wasted upon rock
too old to care.
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| Blighted like locusts
stubble is all that remains
of us... to share
between meals.
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| And if this fetid odour seems strange.
Does it matter
that we swallow whole
rat infested bread?
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| A gruel too salty for me
this malaise
that eats it's self
with sallow remorse for none.
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| A greed to deep to purchase
all that is truly needed
to flourish bright,
golden dawns.
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