The budding breast
Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts
Fled the ebbing, unknown wound
The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery;
Seeping through cracks, corroded with mold
Blissfully ignorant insanity
Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time
Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good
Barren, first, the golden nest The budding breast Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts Fled the ebbing, unknown wound The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; Seeping through cracks, corroded with mold Blissfully ignorant insanity Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good Explain Request ×
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