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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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Submitted: October 11, 2016



And ripe ears are raped with the genetics of conventions,

Sequenced pupils with thick iris liquid glow upon steeples

And beam with the inevitability of the loathing of the sanctimonious

For their skin shall be melted and fed to starving children

And wasted to the masses in distillation.

There is no irony, only in words

And the deity of morality shall be mocked by evolution,

Life’s spark is frivolous with expansion (to the grand fire)

And who shall weep when the space of oxygen has seized, and we’re all in darkness- our

Home…where we shall live again.


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