Its like a lie to the slaughter
elusory world for you looking
expect
spit impatiently for the time lost hand
running out of heaven from the end of the last daemon rejected
lethal lethal reveals host of loneliness
leaves between your hand and the full unity of the human hunger
Seductive sky after the horrific reality of the penalty admires
dark despair as transient memory greedily
aware of the shadows forever Lapi
burning end of escapes
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