#thedreadgorgon

When the rain breaks

I will bathe my feet

in the blood of

the wicked, clasp

my hands to collect

holy tears.

Coated in murky joy

I am reborn in the image

of destruction, celebration

through the fall of man.

I turn my back on that

which I've never known

and choose the evil

that remains close to home.

Easier is the sacrifice

made through grace

and truth, for we have sinned

and met the maker of our darkest days.

- K.U.

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thedreadgorgon

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Fragments

left in the wind

I drift away to find

a new way to be.

Soft dandelion kisses

I close my eyes and feel

your adoration softly rain

down upon my cheeks.

You may call me a weed

but I am loved.