Wednesday, April 30, 2014


I am looking at him
puking as I smell the foul scent of him

I took his voice
freeing him from his vice

I took his eyes
enlightenning him from the truth that lies

I whispered sympathy into his mind
yet with empathy he declined

So I forced a pole through his chest
impaling him on his eternal rest

I am looking at him
smiling as I purified him

This is his change, his becoming.

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