To You

[Unwillingly 11107]

 

To you, I give scorn for tears and hate for pleads
 

I, prey to a fervent thirst for knowledge, washed down by something wicked and sickly

 

And you, a degraded mass of animated dust,  the exposed skull of a once-man, a perch for the circling crow 

 

It portrays something morbid,

It portrays something vile

 

Fissures of putrid insides, an amalgamation of stepping stones carved from bones

 

Ugly souls, rotting minds

 

Yet, there lies the glint of a lamb amid the wreckage 

 

The world's raindrop warring, to the thunderclap vestige of innocence soon into the decay of history

 

And yet, through all the carnage, you evermore revere the source, because how could you stop?

Yet you are a stranger, no matter how beloved

So it would be strange to befriend you once more
 

To you, I give all

 

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