#recluse

Accords towards alated angels,

I'm cracked like ember ashen coals,

Deformed and warmed with jaded angles,

Laughing with those merry fools.

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Holly jolly discrepancies,

Holy bullies drown our glee.

Set me free, my freedom rings,

My Liberty's a museum piece.

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There's only one better way.

Clapper in my soul, make sound.

Swing me by the hallowed gallows,

As the Judas Silver wears my crown.

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Headlong, cherished retribution,

Spreads its song in parish devotion.

The path, unlikened to my homeland,

Walks with unfamiliar emotion.

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I am a seedling: hardly sprouted,

Barely more than a child's cry.

Rarely sure, with a heart full of lies,

How many pages are left to read

Before I'm found in leaf-littered letters?

As you break down my spine,

I wonder why it's so divine?

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When I dreamed of the garland line,

Pearls of love were fed to swine.

I'm trapped inside your mantle,

I belong to what's never mine.

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Trespasser in my own heart,

I can't cut out what you hate,

Because you're not here with me,

And it's a hunger you can't sate.

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I can't believe in who you are,

Because I'm your pearl you don't believe.

Made as one, but we're just two bodies...

Our wizened age curses covenants,

A confluence of modernity, sickening.

Wastrel malevolence stirs debasement,

Morality suffers our petty crimes.

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Figure wallowing in oppression,

Scorching desert heat grips you,

And your oasis, but a mirage,

Parching your throat of embassage.

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You're delirious, little creator,

Illusory visions cast salvatory shade.

Set a fire in your cascade,

Burning to ashes once-living water.

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At the foot of dessicated branches,

Stones thrown bear oppression's sigil,

The fingerprints of many little creators,