Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

The Art Of Divination

Soaked, sour, and drowning in puddles of pestilence

Burned by the scorn of lying sirens, on the path of subliminal innocence

While built upon stilts of energy-matter, helix’s of platinum and gold

Being pushed forcefully from the gale-winds of the past,

Looking up at the sky while inhaling the highest enigma

 Fists clenched, the battle waged on the doorsteps of dreamers

 Overcoming the last stone walls that hold out the blasphemes

Carefully avoiding broken hands

The mist comes in to flirt with my passion

Ascending to the palace of banished and hungry




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