Seize Your Last Word

Seize Your Last Word

I fancy the loving marigolds inside their blissful flesh.
This maze extracts from me all the devilish tendencies
A creature so foul can wish.
Extricate ballistic shields and allow festive cranes to dance.
End your vows of insane plots to diminish the food of your tainted visions.

Seize the last word to redeem your humble bounty,
But never trot up to blind kiln.
For alive you shall be burned.
Shackle me against your giant of a tree,
Lest you shan’t become so holy,
But don’t you render me who is not so free
Of death defying glory.

There is a cut that is bitter when it sings
For all the world to hear it’s tears.

There is a song that weeps when it whistles in my ears,
Because it’s hard to see the sting that burns into me
Throughout these solemn years.
For if you want to swing on the arms of destiny,
Open your mirrors and walk through.

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