Blogging Poetry

Un-Molting, Tragic

Those impure things spin for eternity.

Eternal Maggot,

Un-molting, tragic.

Mindless, you creep,

Worming, fecal deep.

The Wheel spins anon,

Would you be reborn?

Unlikely. Soul’s rot,

Violating thought,

Condemned. Iron-wrought.

Lament, sing your dirge,

Life, incomplete. Purge

Your rotten mind’s soil.

Lance your ugly boil.

Unhook the Darkness,

Lest your Soul digress,

from the Wheel’s scripture,

Pass you by, impure,

Never molt, tragic,

Eternal Maggot.


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