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Loveless
Loveless, lonely device rung.
One-trick ponies, on line one.
Numbers, phoning surprise puns.
Nothing, phony disguise, but.
Must it only devise lust?
What kin's owing Osiris?
Dumbest, droning denial?
Mustered monkey designers?
Tongues twist, toning attire.
Cunning cloaking, delighted.
Toughest clothing assignment.
Blunders, posing, invited.
Other knowing abided.
Not withholding, Elijah.
Husband, Holy, his bible.
Wonder, hoping, and wife comes.
Justice, mostly, combines cusp.
Thunders, growing, collided.
Jumping, jolting, alive, rush.
Trumpets, blowing, to vials.
Thus, opposing, are tyrants.
Something, boldly, so violent.
Bunkers, flowing with ripe blood.
Clusters, soaking, a wine stomp.
Judgment, flowing, is final.
Summer, sewing the righteous.
Substance, showing inside us.
Under honing, has time come?
Trust this, solely reliant.
Rustic roaming shall wise up.
Months can mosey in vibrance.
Hunger, loathing, subsided.
One-trick ponies, on line one.
Numbers, phoning surprise puns.
Nothing, phony disguise, but.
Must it only devise lust?
What kin's owing Osiris?
Dumbest, droning denial?
Mustered monkey designers?
Tongues twist, toning attire.
Cunning cloaking, delighted.
Toughest clothing assignment.
Blunders, posing, invited.
Other knowing abided.
Not withholding, Elijah.
Husband, Holy, his bible.
Wonder, hoping, and wife comes.
Justice, mostly, combines cusp.
Thunders, growing, collided.
Jumping, jolting, alive, rush.
Trumpets, blowing, to vials.
Thus, opposing, are tyrants.
Something, boldly, so violent.
Bunkers, flowing with ripe blood.
Clusters, soaking, a wine stomp.
Judgment, flowing, is final.
Summer, sewing the righteous.
Substance, showing inside us.
Under honing, has time come?
Trust this, solely reliant.
Rustic roaming shall wise up.
Months can mosey in vibrance.
Hunger, loathing, subsided.
Published 28th Apr 2023
| Edited 10th May 2023
Author's Note
There is a lot of reflective and personal struggle in this. Dealing with the lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, and the pride of life will generally distract one from a higher calling, plus perhaps they're already in a relationship. Anyway, the real focus is what's to come, and that's how there is a transition in this.
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