Thursday, September 29

Exultant I, amid the flames of smoldering Hell!
I lived and died with impetuous pride,
With lust to live and grimly die as well.
Contumely I wore as though a cloak,
To cover the barren waste inside.

To gain a hold against the king, your lord,
I smother joy with fuck-it-all-edness.
I piss on his lamb and rape the ram,
Unnaturally goaded by my lust for this
So-hateful death, condensed into a gram – and swallowed whole: take one each morning plus one at night.

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