sentiment

a masterful artist of deception paints the canary plague
whilst the skys cloak of periwinkle encompass his suit of madness

discreetly fucking the mind of her innocense.
he bestows the child; she beckons the elder;

the child of finest crystal; confers through veins like shattered glass

curious ardor become the emotion of a nail pounding through dust.. .
its fine prick covers maddening screams making deaf the causeof lonliness

howard? why did you come, calling out her name, in vain,

like the curious screams of a rabbit– in the jaws of death?

the earth covers patterns of blood now

and the paint

drips sadly,

silently,

making earth its clay foundation

where once lay hidden a sentiment

of betrayl. and Jesus Christ never knew

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