Burn the Priest / Zed
How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect the blood debts. All accounts will be dry, a binary vessel Full of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into pawns for faceless kings, Shedding rivers of blood turned the color of their filthy lucre greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we obey blindly. The fury of the sun has passed into The hands of men whose hands were already too full Of abused strength and anger, of abused power. Bio-economics killing again and again.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
I wonder what it's like to be you. Sitting there all alone. All alone. Alone. Maybe you are crying Lonesome and anxious. Give my love to my young As you and the hose become one. Sucking out the seed of my soul Ripping it out of you. It shoots past you. The deed is done. You and I are still as one. I don't resent you. The bond is still strong. I cry now, fathom the union. The work shall be done. I still have my sanity, solid as stone. And I admire you...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
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