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Friday, September 10, 2010

Monster Desires

I hide from thee
Save me, child
From the full-grown horror that awaits
Just up ahead
A simple life
A simpler death
A cycle I am trapped within
Without a chance
Do I belong to glory?
Am I part of some greater plan?
The question is the fungus
Spoiling the orchid that was so seemingly beautiful moments ago
When I met the illusion of faith.

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