When hell reflects heaven's will
And mourners cry no longer
The match kept hidden in pure heart falls
Lighting the cathedral for fallen gods
In forgotten realms that hold hollow graveyards
I'll collect the debts of my beholden grudges
When the world spins no longer-the dead no longer die
Their bones writhe with crackling pain in severance for my rage
-sitting upon the monuments of their life, eating their simmering memories
With my back to a desolate landscape that threatens to devour me whole
Call my name and another will answer back,
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PoetryA LIT MATCH IN AN UNLIT HOME THREATENING TO BURN BURN BURN my late night words for late night viewers
