The Transparent Vestments of  Narcissistic Indifference

Shackled on the cold hard stone of your mind,      
welcoming the sacrificial knife, weeping as rituals steal my heart,      
giving all for love        
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Priestess of the sun god of your need,      
devout belief in the morality of your greed,      
erecting a tower of skulls you are freed        
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Empathy and compassion do not worship Huitzilopochtli,      
shapeshifting god once appearing as Gaia or Kali,      
resplendent in the transparent vestments of your narcissistic indifference.        
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take this heart and be done with me,      
cast me down onto the mounds of bodies littering the stairs of your sententious mind        
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From the seeds of my own blood grows a will to survive    
and a spirit that will haunt the memory of the knife devouring your humanity        
my spirit germinates in the rotting corpuses sepulchered    
in the black skull basilica of wanton vanity.        
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In filth I am reborn,      
seeking always the light of day,      
unrepentant in my desire to see humanity's weaknesses and strengths,    
trusting to the benignantly ethereal promise of mankind        
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So ends the prostrated, self flagellating worship of gods or men or love    
as you sleep in the heat of decomposing remains    
just to stay warm in the winter blizzard of your soul        
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I am free