Κυριακή 16 Απριλίου 2023

Resurrected

 Now you may be 

They cannot decide

They don't care 

Paid off, fucked off, enough 

They had their price 

1 nail, plus a polished cross

Your treasure, your prize

I beg you to drop 

and carry on

Your receipt 

For all to come,

 get split, at least 

Yet not in half


I am not to judge 

fulfilled already

The first impression

The emperor's face 

One needs no touch

Like you get me dripping 

While you are out to play

No maps, plans granted

I cannot deny 

Flesh wounds speak 

But don't reside

For oaths unbroken

To save the risk 

F or a forsaken name



Spirits are high 

To fall or rise 

No way back 

My love my pride  

Commas shall be

The sole sacrifice 


Excuse any rhythm 

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