A Label Not Given – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

As the world turns, the worm waits, broken in the depths of man’s demise, woven like a jumper made of flesh not strung, a devil in the worship, we strive to be, what it is, nothing lost, open in the forever sky, let the schism in, above all else, a lie, is still a lie, while the sun dances endlessly, and the sky burns…

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