Tongue twisted. In times of the
Praying for the divine to
intervine the religious blinds.
Which find the sublime in full pockets
tyths off steriotipical disclaimers, towards people in cages,
Of any other kind,
be they mamed or
Dark n Twisties.
I thought i was crowned with a neon sign that said which way u could go with your notions of self depletion.
I barely lifted a finger.
Imobilized by shock.
You made a fool of my trusting nativity.
But i am now braced and barred against your return.
I hate your ease in destruction of forces you cannot create.
I pray for the day I never again see your face.