rhetoric

A solemn vow,
To the gods that be,
A twisted view,
Of infinity,
Like a putrid stink,
From the pits of greed,
Forever mistaken,
For misplaced need,
Turn from signposts,
Painted red,
Markers indifferent,
For the dead,
And in this hole,
This pretended life,
I cut slim pieces,
With rusted knife,
So smile your smiles,
Of forgotten spite,
And live in blindness,
This endless night.

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