Inked In Dust, Inked With Blood | [POETRY]

CHIMERA

Feed me a sin making me his Cain, ride me with a silly grin turning me on like pain

Feed me the forbidden punishing the disobedient claim, move with a gentle spin draining my moans off till I'm plain

Once the prayer is done and the play reaches the plot, I stand under the sun waving exposed

The church gave away the preacher who has already welcomed the mold

I know I keep coming to your grave with corpse that owns no ghost, although I shall swear my intention is to get lost

I hide and seek no diamond, the truth you touch me to unfold is not a statement to be told

If you really dig into my hill aiming for gold, you've been mistaken my hand for a stranglehold

The plan had been written from scratch, thus the illicit fruit was stoned

I found it desirable sticking to the role when you made it easier for my chimera to transform

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