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  • presto_billyo 6w

    DEATH IS A GOD, WHOM EVEN GOD FEARS.

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  • presto_billyo 13w

    Everything that has a name exists!

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    Through a window between the brows, I saw the flickering end!

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  • presto_billyo 18w

    Lies of the Mirror

    Climbing the walls within a dream's play
    views in likeness are nigher than they loom, our judgements are settle to interest, closely drawn to trickery by wonder artery, question sans echo

    Tis a riddle wrapped up in an enigma, not an ounce of disclosure lest to let on the key from ye for none hath wist the truth, albeit windows to the soul  last to pry into lie deeming the husk even so to behove brusque

    Therein a carnal dress, like a lot past the grave obscurity repress,  with a nude vision only to guess, but they finger to break this taboo by bodily view
    Induced by guile ever awhile, beauty is only skin deep!


     
       


       
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  • presto_billyo 18w

    There are Ghost And Others

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    THERE ARE GHOSTS AND OTHERS.

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  • presto_billyo 30w

    Until the last light goes Out

    Shadows dance over a twilight vigil,crawling upon the declining shades of light the maturing darkness provokes a waxing gibbous moon against veil
    The pulse of evil throb,breaking conscious to govern the night,casting fear as divined,prowling within the eerie depths of ebb through adverse impulse remarkably cold!
    Until the last light goes out,hereby perversion may indulge in obscure where ray burst in vain unto an intrinsic void, a call by night fall under a brunette pall daylight in night's thrall!
    Shadows dance over a twilight vigil,crawling upon the declining shades of light the maturing darkness provokes a waxing gibbous moon against veil
    The pulse of evil throb,breaking conscious to govern the night,casting fear as divined,prowling within the eerie depths of ebb through adverse impulse remarkably cold!
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  • presto_billyo 30w

    Make Waves

    The scythe of death is honed
    the lift has turned foul with plague
    Smearing swift on humanity, Pandora's box is unsealed redeeming a catching novel malady that's so bane, man hath leaped into an  everyday fray to outlast as time ahead has swollen dim, untainted souls are arrayed in awe by dint of no apothecary has stirred hope thus far, like petals falling from tulip whorl so is us from the earth, our nouns are erased from glossary by verbs of scientific sorcery We're strayed through a whale of a change
    creation is maimed,the passing bell is chimed  oft and strange!
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  • presto_billyo 30w

    To kiss a Solitude

    I'm a prisoner in my dwell,
    serving an ill-defined spell
    Pained by the blues to bear
    bereft of might to quell
    Carving tally marks into these walls as days are birthing their young,
    like a witch and her nigget I've become familiar with the keen eye of God
    Tabooed to gait ayond this door,
    frozen within fear's curb and succumbing at the floor
    In the throes of this coloring weltschmerz I deplore
    And sinking at my knees I Implore,
    whence like a mantid at the heauens!
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    Waters of Grief

    Unable to disguise the pain
    The picture cannot be sung in a lighter vein
    by virtue of this plain sorrow
    Amidst the fragments of hope in the wreath of gray,rarely these lucid tears are dry

    The shore to life is broken
    the yawning grave is just within a stone's throw,the stream is lost in the wind,the dream has gone below the horizon

    In Solitude I sigh for content
    whenever I see a shooting star
    Waters of grief trickling down from
    my eyes in persistent sadness

    At first glance I glimpsed the devil askance
    a say under his breath met my sinistral labyrinth,Into the bargain a saint appeared
     to paint his tale insincere,midst their dispute as despair hangs in the air!
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