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Poetry Its only hell if you can taste it

Noahhatesme

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Possesing a blade infernal
I reherse a routine
Ignited by blacksmiths
Denounced by all forms of temptation
It burns
Welts thin and deep
Leave no trace of flame
Only cold steel and sharp tounges
In redundance
I repeat my accusations
As if the raven held no evidence
Of tremors
Of rage
Of ember
A deluge of exaution
Facilatated through metebolic decompose
I dig talons deep
Forgetting i still bleed
Blue runs red then purple
Bruised and charred and slit
My sholders shrug off the infection
And i spend my days engulfed
 
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