Treachery, I write you
Your scythe to my needs
Derision, a pox sent
Into my bloodstream
Your lies, stark violations
Invasions pursued
The harpies suggestions
Like carrion brood
Like a mothfly charmed by fire
Eyes swollen
Like mating widow spiders
Lycanthrope, vigor disease
The scorching of thine heart
The aberrant stipulations
A master of black art
The sun dies, the stars crash
Into lunar mood
Unsettling the hopefuls
Despite all sinews
The time will come
When the fucking gods
Weep for men
When all your vows are desolate
As we’re held down
I’ll still hold this breath
Until I meet with Charon
As we’re held down
Prolonging the death
Of you, I’ll see you gone
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