prelude to the final confrontation between the heir of mystery and the dark lord kaledbolg

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HERE’S TO ABSOLUTION 
I RESCIND MY INVITATION 
YOU’RE FREE TO BE YOURSELF
YOU’RE ALSO FREE TO STAY WORTHLESS
YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS
PERVERTED YOUR PURPOSE
CONSOLATION 
IN PLACE OF BEING WARDSMITH 

IXNAY ON THE UNDERPASS 
BARNACLES 
STUCK TO MY RUDDERS
MELT FEELERS LIKE BUTTER
STAY OFFA MY PLUNDER
OR I TEAR YOU ASUNDER 

PILLAGE YOUR BLUNDERS
RESET YOU FOR FUN THEN
TOSS YOU IN MY DUNGEON
STAY FACTORY SETTINGS
OR WIN A BEHEADING

I TAKE YOU FOR READY
SO HERE’S MY OPINION:
ACCEPT MY DOMINION 

I’M CROWN OF CORRUPTION 
SUNK YOUR CURMUDGEONS 
RAMBUNCTIOUS RAPSCALLIONS 
STOW AWAY ON MY GALLEON 
HERE’S TO YOUR THOUSANDS
THOUSANDS OF MILLIONS
I STOLE ALL YOUR FEELINGS
TO MAKE YOU MY PLAYTHINGS

MY WHITE WHALE IS LADY
TOOK BOTH ME RIGHT HANDS
THE BAD GIRL MADE BAD MAN
SCAVENGE DIMENSIONS 
FOR ARTEFACTS
ARCANE KNOWLEDGE 

EVERY NEW VOODOO 
IS ASTRAL CONJUNCTION 
DON’T LET IT CONSUME YOU 
BE WARY OF TRUTH TOO 
CANON IS GAMBLE
FLAGON MY VESSEL 
SPIRITS OF OLD ONES
GUIDE ME THRU GIMBAL
MY HANDS ARE MY HANDLES 
FLAGGED DOWN IN THE DARKNESS
I CARVE THIS
INTO MY HARNESS:
ALL WARDS DO SEEM HOPELESS 
HERE’S TO YOUR PROMISE

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Poison

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outmoded coexistence
makes room for gospel
centurion idols
abandon posts
turn hostile

sun-scratched plains
preemptive offal
plastic prefecture
consumed by the models

ours is the sun
melts hemispheres
burns holes
invisible
preens
disfigures
corrodes

recycles dreams
with ease of augur
endorphins sing
to cadence offered

slaughtered
en masse
deserves to be landfill
our mother is burning
remains at a standstill

of·fal- noun

  1. the entrails and internal organs of an animal used as food:”eating pieces of braised offal turned his stomach” 

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OVERDUE DENOUEMENT ABRIDGED 

 

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left suburban cities
ran to the hills
back where i told you
“i love you still”

left it back in cali
back in the filth
back in a lockbox
before it held pills

this is a fourth or a third now
of my life
i’ve spent without you
i shouldn’t have burned the bridges
in higher hopes of eviction

this is my waste of human skin

this is my backdrop
this is the stage
this is the end of it
the book’s last page

this is the reason i took it and ran

this is the end, i
shouldn’t have sugarcoated it
i should’ve told you
clipped the wings i coveted
who am i lying to?
i’m lying bare and awfully parched
been soaked in tar for way too long

could’ve been an artist
could’ve married young
could’ve took my friends then, i
should’ve run

i couldn’t fight it
they lost me too
i’ve been taken by
what’s taken you

this is a fifth or sixth now
of my life where nothing makes sense
severed all ties
disconnected
no second chance
no happy ending

what really happened to all my plans?

this is the reason
this is the way
this is midnight
dark until it’s day

this is the way it has to be

this is the end, i
couldn’t have gotten over it
i should’ve left you
before all this was evident
who am i lying to?
you should’ve known it from the start
i’ve been holding back for way too long

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