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Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Nowhere left to go.

A sickened affliction
freedom pestering
a hollow well for a wish to fester in
only company's a corpse of a helpful pastor
a still muse towards greener pastures
a distraction from the bloody disaster
of a fallen peaceful fractured master
to invoke the rapture of satanic laughter
at the mortal absence in the hereafter.