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To Kill a God

There's chaos in our bones        
demanding          
to            
be          
free,          
a small black hole          
hidden in our souls,          
calling to us,               
pulling us,    
toward the chaos of life.          
Our glances slide past strangers          
we are...          
afraid,          
they can see,          
the endless need,          
to release this primal plea.          
So we numb our chaos          
with lust and desire,          
to             
glimpse          
the open cage          
through sweat and musk          
in moments feral and sublime.          
Endlessly          
seeking      
pleasure and pain           
to          
feel    
something...      
more than nothing,               
never knowing          
the chaos of our souls            
is              
dying          
by slow degrees
Written by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
Published | Edited 13th Oct 2022
Author's Note
Chaos was once a god without eyes to see, ears to hear, a mouth to speak, etc. As gifts, holes were bored into Chaos' head that he might view the world as we do. A new hole bored every day until the seventh day when Chaos died.
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