Have you ever allowed
your despair to touch
the ceiling?

Have you ever allowed
your lust to take away
the feeling?

Your solitude kneeling,

At the alter of the idols that are aggrandized by the reinforcement
of humanity.

Does it make your blood boil a warm stomach during the winter?

Does the breeze taste of shards that bloom into death?

Just after the touch of flesh?

These people are,

Humans hiding in the devils mask.

To become an idol is the false cyanide of euphoria.

To become whole is to overcome the flaws of mankind.

(How can you worship baphomet's, but pray to angels?)

-CMCrain

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