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brew

 
cunning redeemer with midnight in his eyes
your vision blurs then focus to see me enter with a surprise

times told of and forgotten
I am the cunt Queen of nothing really
spinning reality with visions
I carve tomorrows from the rotten

a sleight of hand?

perhaps. just a little magic
potent and deadly
black then blacker please
descending upon the chosen

I call it back, still it prods
into the psyche of the unwitting
connecting with fear
nerves fried from the bewitching

feel that tingle?

yes. I thought so
come to me guileless
open with good intentions
or sinister goons with sickles of filth
will corrupt a feeling
and leave one reeling

it isn't my will
the flesh is weak but the spirit is willing
the spirits swirl around me
delivering a truth serum for the unwary

a toxic cocktail of venom
once tasted
never forgotten



crimsin
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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