

Stillborn TwinsTheir births are different from any other They are not wrapped in any cover Or held in the arms of their mother Never heard are their cries of please Vacant graves become filled holes With bodies once occupied by souls Whose ever-present unfulfilled goals Are confined to their memoriesStillborn Twins
Time passes and they begin school His kingdom where, under his rule All the ostentatious fools Are subject to his iron fist She develops a knack for perfect lies No one discovers from her eyes That on her own she is not wise But that the devil she has kissed &


Angelic InsomniaCold, damp grass beneath Unawakened to a perfect dawn Cross-tattooed feet now wet Earth's breakfast: ash from his cigaretteAngelic Insomnia
The drummer bird plays today's rhythmless song Minnows and brim begin feeding on ashes The bigger ones fighting over the butt He's self-excommunicated from heavenly smut
Venturing forth to depths yet unknown Where does one leave when ascending to hell? When all the dark angels return from the throne How many must sit down and rest for a spell?
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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