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Battle of self loathing against self indulgent hope.


Submitted:Jan 3, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Tempest of feathers, infliction of the mind

Each a thought half formed before taking wing

Creation of a puzzle, construct consigned

to the sky with others, in chorus to sing.

Roaming the storm, pursuing a lost throne

to become the king of angels , to claim to be home.

Take him where the angels fall, before he calls

A semblance of hope to liquefy his crown.

Let king of jesters walk tall, subjects enthralled

At the one screaming in despair he won't drown.

Lashed by roots of fear, juxtaposed to leaches

that are those claiming to harbour divine.

Energy sapped, by the demon that preaches.

The root chained to mountains, against the incline

Lost in feathers, pursuing counterfeit thrones

Can a King of false Angels, claim to be home

Take him where the angels fall, before he calls

A semblance of hope to liquefy his crown.

Let king of jesters walk tall, subjects enthralled

At the one screaming in despair he won't drown.





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