wary little mounds trapped in shiny tiny suits of motherly illusions of control
sharpen their fangs
without hesitation will devour the dreaming child
skirmishes, Infant Lies begotten from the Gorged Queen Deception
scatter progressiveless across the chaos of her Reign
dear frankenboys
monsoons shall flood your recalcitrant viscera
Hunters, coward naked bastards
Biting a speculaas in the blink of a million souls
Starved in their own coldness
parapets tear asunder in the consumption of enervated flesh
melted down in the alchemical obsession of the Sick.
nothing else but
eyeless puppets groping in vain for a heavenly sight of yore.
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