A few lines to purge myself of the thoughts
A few words drown out all of the voices heavy, accumulating
Like a tree bearing fruits ripe and rotting
I’d burn with hate towards you any other way
A polluted pantheon
Calling out my name
Of course I want to go
I’d consummate this longing with relish
Filling my heart and spoiling my body
And feast upon this
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