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A Chant for Dismemberment
No usurper to overthrow
A supposed throne
Nothing of an applause
It is not appropriate
All life downward
From my spiral
It was pathetic denial
Some become idols
They are fine actors
If not confident liars
Worshipped by shells
Empty, blind and anemic
I'm an alcoholic
Though I am aware
Of the bullshit
Spread like a pleague
I was never confused
Upon these heights
That brought me low
I am the silloutte
at sunrise, in the gallows.
A supposed throne
Nothing of an applause
It is not appropriate
All life downward
From my spiral
It was pathetic denial
Some become idols
They are fine actors
If not confident liars
Worshipped by shells
Empty, blind and anemic
I'm an alcoholic
Though I am aware
Of the bullshit
Spread like a pleague
I was never confused
Upon these heights
That brought me low
I am the silloutte
at sunrise, in the gallows.
Published 1st Aug 2019
| Edited 5th Aug 2019
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