Vile worms pierce my scalp and curl in retreat when peaked Tarred grass seeps from every cut every wound that was left from Deus Casks of dirt hang suspended from my chamber of iris retina Genesis of flesh brought with it taint and most horrifying introspection No amount of bronze coins stuffed between bone and meat can mend it Yahweh's faulty etchings scramble for wrought reflections Designed with a pungency in mind and thus inherent blossoming irony Self-loathing without surplus or delight except for ambiguous depth is our honorable prerogative And as The reassurance of absurdity grasps us with a loving embrace like a needle piercing through new skin... inject And as the joke of godly endowed self-disgust goes on... We stand to face that no one but us installed these councils of judgement For it was indeed WE who birthed Yahweh out of our infant wombs The light barrelling through our tunnel of creation is our precarious opportunity to not restate but banish the diagnostic of the unattractive Or instead, be damned to Damiens-esque torture of our visual self GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZEGAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZEGAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZEGAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE GAZEGAZE GAZE GAZE GAZE
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