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            <title><![CDATA[Rolls off the tongue]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:22:16 GMT</pubDate>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/734/1*dHe31wqifhBjpf0JvInCXg.jpeg" /></figure><p>Eventually, sorrow arrives</p><p>cloudy like a premonition</p><p>blasphemous if uttered.</p><p>you beg God to understand and he doesnt</p><p>You gift it to Man like a prize</p><p>Man, full of contradictions, sneers</p><p>filthy, rotten…thing.</p><p>take your perversion and need for-for-for</p><p>For Worship and run!</p><p>worship God as he is</p><p>worship Man as a Saint</p><p>Saint-like soul, is my desire unbecoming?</p><p>traitor of the heart, victim of the Soul</p><p>taste each word</p><p>how unamusing am I</p><p>not even a muse I make!</p><p>trust my worst intentions are your best ones.</p><p>love gains perspective and loses its way.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=63221e2f40e9" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[They are not men]]></title>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>train your dogs</h3><p>They are not men</p><p>gelatinous, cold to the touch,</p><p>bitter. What has become</p><p>of life — a parody of vulnerability.</p><p>Wailing, weak and frail.</p><p>thunderous waves roll wrack your stomach.</p><p>hold him — sweetheart, baby…</p><p>darrrling.</p><p>whether &#39;tis nobler in the mind to…</p><p>revolting. it slides off of me</p><p>water on oil</p><p>one could say i love you.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=6234ae87d685" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[idols]]></title>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>turned inside out and begging</p><p>for a god to show me mercy</p><p>these days, the only god i seem to pray to</p><p>is you.</p><p>misguided belief in your power over me</p><p>so defenseless and helpless</p><p>a victim of my ego</p><p>forever bound to the chains of anyone</p><p>who calls me theirs.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=889e9fdb807e" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Death Wish]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2025 12:09:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it’s how it goes, isn’t it?</p><p>you, as grown up as you are — a child.</p><p>suddenly no one can hear you no matter how loud your voice is</p><p>no one can see you no matter how hard your calves strain to keep you tall</p><p>passed by, viewed, admired, used</p><p>always giving too much of yourself</p><p>at the end you’ll be an empty carcass on the side of a highway</p><p>with nothing to prove you lived except for the body you divided, Osiris.</p><p>the buzz of flies, the hum of a street lamp</p><p>your glassed over eyes look up and swear you see Him</p><p>as the lights get brighter</p><p>and brighter</p><p>and the buzzing gets louder</p><p>and now, now because you believed in heaven</p><p>and held your hands out like anything holy could touch them</p><p>now that you’ve believed it to be yours it has killed you</p><p>what you have been chasing after has left you on the side of the highway, hollow and rotting</p><p>and after everything, the only heaven you find</p><p>is in the people driving by who seem to mutter</p><p>“poor thing”</p><p>and turn the music up a little louder</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=d3ac84d18f2d" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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