get the hell outta like comfort
void of stillness sun
or get through the comfort
but where you go playing,
I make teleologies for functional consumption
bleeding little bits
of drain.
waited chemical servants
that reach in throne
hell and war to sacrifice
Even God is twice impressionist
without slowed knots
that mislead,
lacked as bound objects
sacrificing
to a chain of promises.
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