You’re nobody to your god
something that hurts
A gap in the barrier maze
Boomers: The Zombie Generation
angel haven
wear the horns
why the past is winnable
Play the road alive
noscope jumpshot
why the past is valuable
nade the tree
a well in Manchuria
torus manifold “angel”
a divine loser
the Wrath and the Blood
a bucket of swine
loser TV
if the world is ending, for you, let it end
Split the Blood of an “Angel”
invoke a fallen cryptid’s name
call down the army of “heaven”
where there are rivers, there are valleys
hollow words, hollow ideology, hollow faith
stand for anything and everything – until finally nothing
it is an empty gourd – a clanging cymbal
Behind the Veil; the Holy of Holies
where there are deserts, there are mountains
A replica of the Temple, in “Heaven”
The half-angel’s sacrifice
Insta-shy
The Blood of a higher species
Pocky hero
Band-Aid warriors
AI zoo
The Last Ziggurat
the ark of genes
your world ends when you let it
unknowable Minos; the fires of Troy
preserve our genes
children of the anti-hero angel
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/01/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.
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