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A Shadow of his Former Self
Frozen and ageless
broken and harmless,
God, seated on his throne
above a threadbare carpet.
Rotting in soiled rags,
of former glory.
Like a vulture
pecking at bonemeal,
mindless of the filth
gathering below its lofty perch,
Pissing itself in time
for one last feast.
broken and harmless,
God, seated on his throne
above a threadbare carpet.
Rotting in soiled rags,
of former glory.
Like a vulture
pecking at bonemeal,
mindless of the filth
gathering below its lofty perch,
Pissing itself in time
for one last feast.
Published 12th Nov 2011
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