To you, Eyelet of Delirium
I was told to come alone,
Lilith's level lost to pathology,
Earth's price for fuchsia missions.
Those who seek sweet mass,
Will hang her tainted schism,
And find their leadership crouched
Beneath luscious slices of Death.
And when Exodus licks my lock,
The silence, of oceans and timbered tongues
Whose blindfold she wore, will swell
Into six sections of misty synergy.
For in my fallen patch of gold,
Her block of blood,
Still envelops fields of faded faces,
Buried beneath soft flesh.
For Time’s tapestry burns her body
Into mint-tipped capsules,
Where pockets of imminent years slump,
And voices of dark skins sag.
I was told to come alone,
Lilith's level lost to pathology,
Earth's price for fuchsia missions.
Those who seek sweet mass,
Will hang her tainted schism,
And find their leadership crouched
Beneath luscious slices of Death.
And when Exodus licks my lock,
The silence, of oceans and timbered tongues
Whose blindfold she wore, will swell
Into six sections of misty synergy.
For in my fallen patch of gold,
Her block of blood,
Still envelops fields of faded faces,
Buried beneath soft flesh.
For Time’s tapestry burns her body
Into mint-tipped capsules,
Where pockets of imminent years slump,
And voices of dark skins sag.
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