Poem 529








You were
The Chosen One!
Was it not written
that you’d be The One
who bringeth balance
to The All?

And what
became of you?
A devilish and
unapologetic
man-whore.
The One who
traded his
still-beating heart
and soul
to speak The Devil’s
strange
and crooked tongue
of riddley rhymes.

“””
Truly, truly,
I tell thee,
old fool..
You underestimate
my power
of the wicked
and sublime.
For, though my roots
dig deep into the soil
the dark and evil,
yes, indeed..

My crown of branches
firmly penetrates
the highest ground
this time..
into God’s heaven.
I shall make Him
bleed.
“””

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