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Without a Blunderbuss - with Everavalon
Let me in, inside your soul as darkness follows
slumbering becoming the pawn of obsessions
turning you into a cunt, so annoying anonymous
cocksucker, suffocating in the back of your throat
unborn fetus on your chest coming to me lingering
and clawing in your mind disallowing wind chimes
banging you as the calliope played, "Sodom going
to make you a hungry bird." Without a blunderbuss
of thought inside your hybrid soul.
Let me out, clandestine absorbing of waking tethers
gripping, ripping at the womb of the flesh to clear
and adhere to the cocksucker’s breath.The wretch
and the savage, untried and untrue. Lest being the
engraver if the savior falls through. Empty, the nest
is invested to dine. A sip of the quip of the music’s
decline.
slumbering becoming the pawn of obsessions
turning you into a cunt, so annoying anonymous
cocksucker, suffocating in the back of your throat
unborn fetus on your chest coming to me lingering
and clawing in your mind disallowing wind chimes
banging you as the calliope played, "Sodom going
to make you a hungry bird." Without a blunderbuss
of thought inside your hybrid soul.
Let me out, clandestine absorbing of waking tethers
gripping, ripping at the womb of the flesh to clear
and adhere to the cocksucker’s breath.The wretch
and the savage, untried and untrue. Lest being the
engraver if the savior falls through. Empty, the nest
is invested to dine. A sip of the quip of the music’s
decline.
Published 6th Oct 2024
Author's Note
Thank you Everavalon for your collaboration.
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