Heretics

Heretics

A Poem by Ikkon
"

I dug hard. Very hard. I took a simple message and spread it out, deepening in references.

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Seven Trumpets.

Hands pointing at fossils.

Narcisse.

Guilty of making others pay for forgiveness to your own profit.

Blinding.

Wisdom to the dead.

Survival of mischief.

You shall be led to the guillotine without a headsman.

Church of Gluttony.

Eternal.

Ephemeral.

Ruin the world in hopes to die before regretting having done nothing.

Bacchante.

Apocalypse Now.

Damocles.

© 2019 Ikkon


Author's Note

Ikkon
I know it's not relatable. I know it has no lyricity, musicality, beauty, fluidity, emotions or emotive stuff. Feel free to learn new things.

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Added on April 30, 2019
Last Updated on April 30, 2019
Tags: capitalism, apocalypse, ignorance, distraction

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Ikkon
Ikkon

Montreal, Quebec, Canada



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I don't even write that much. I'm just an enigma fan. If you don't understand me, it's fine. You can look up things or just go back to your life, it's chill don't worry about it. more..

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