Godhand

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A lamp glowing brighter than a heroin rush
Heads throbbing hard like ethylene's burn
Simmering in the danger of ecstatic love
Meth churning minds like Luddite butter
A life sold to yesterday, a wasteful yearn
Signs singing terrors wrought from above
Humiliation branding the face of a lush
These pock-and-prick marks cover like a shudder
Filling each lung with apocalypse sand
Ribs broken and crushed by vengeful Godhand