Victory
is Reality
Like an
oil tanker changing course
I take
time to shift, ensues is remorse
Guilt
above, to the side and below
God turns
Her back and I suffer blows
My soul
in agonizing squeezing misery
Heart
marinating in sadness’s pool, hell’s nursery
World set
in stone where love is an idle demon
It can
pounce then renounce and chortle, this felon
Wretched
fate with an orgasmic glee called hate
Playing
with earthly lives until they die is evil incarnate
Forced to
resist unless I want to go under
I’ll not
relent for any, my mind to plunder
There is
no give, only grab and take
Evil
deafens itself to the call of “let go”, evil is a fake
So about
turn to reality, reason’s anchor
Wrench my
back, cry in pain, but I am the victor!
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