Vermins of the world. Inflate this spherical unhappiness
with ironed air of blood and confused love. Laced
With pigments of night that shadows the knights mind pit
His Loneliness. Keeping malice at the first sign of betrayal
I am great but my name is soiled,
What is Bad name that can’t
be goodened with money
Money makes perfect. Just as your heavenly father is,
Behold an earthly one
with inherited sexual frustrations
I am special but my name is synonymised and metonymised
With pedophility and somewordlations and somewordsment
A moment of weakness. Slight bend, from standing
Shield up for a long time. stiffed taut, to aching
I tend to the pieces of dirt; with a short, shut, found
amidst the shortage of coffin,
not suitable for a knight. The night
is boy with
adolescent carryover. Plays too long with day
Adult is acting child. Life don’t. and don’t cum, or come
with manuals
If we could Sea –
into. The future or telekinesize. and
showboat what we wanted,
love is awkward from the mouth. only the heart speaks
emotions
with the deaf arteries Majority possess.
the knight would go pigging this night.
Watch them reject him Watch them run far,
Knight lonely as the night
The knight too bright for the darkness within,
Gossiped. Naively stumbles of words spoken with bent heads
with his eyes, he ears their gestures, their body language
None helps
A moment of weakness, the knight reaches out again,
But ,Twas a trap and snap goes his fingers
The nerve. The beat, His finger vein breaks. He bemoans thee
Unhappiness is great. Despair
The night would never find daylight. It would be as dark
Imprisoned in the
stone tablet of the 4th ammendment
punishment he gets for making them fellow, went astudying
astoundingly living them and not carrying them along
We have the ahem, under our helm,
And it is yours, so come and buy what is yours
“Oh the knight tried to touch me tonight” I withdrew like he
was cursed
I blocked his lips, I slapped his hands down, I shouted at
him
Go and see bowed helmet.
See as we turn him into the pig
He is downcasted
So that when his bride comes with the midnight lamp she will
find a pig instead of a knight
The loneliness cast a cloud on his existence
May he never wake happy.
Until he falls into our trap, until he gets desperate and
reach out to the animal for sex
And begs,
“Mother tonight it was me”, I see it in his eyes the hunger
of ten thousand wolves,
Go dress up my loving sow, hope you sewed your sewery silk
dress
He already fantasies, I hear him making them rhythmicly.
Alas in the distance
twas light. The cloud shifted.
Was that light the knight knew would kick away the night far
from nigh. And make life benign
O beauteous love, By Jupiter he was not earth. And
unitesticled
His abnegation would
be rewarded
The veil would be
lifted. And the darkness would be gun rouletted years later
The beauty could not hold her excitement who ran ahead
chiming bells and eating butterflies.
her abnegation would be rewarded
the day has come for her. and she found her knight,
probably knot to this knight with light and shiny humor, to
exorcise the darkness
with bottled up excitement.
She let out a grunt!
-Victor Samuel
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