mortality is worse than being satan

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wish i were american 
at least i'd get therapy,
or go to multiple concerts till it all got blurry 
lashing out the cynical
in a crowd of girls embodying reveries  
 
cause my poems are rarely 

about shit I've actually seen

I freeze in chairs, burnt with anger 
herein,
when it gets so loud, static is all we feel 

asking, begging's hopeless
as we're all in agony 
waiting to pass a final test 
before sleeping at last, 
free from the processes that shatter me 

shoulders that withered from holding up the world like atlas
floating away in paints stronger than adoration
while our bodies flatten 
into ashes left to mingle in memories of observation 
mortality is worse than being satan 

despite the people
that make you need to butcher your skin off
no one teaches you textbooks can be lethaso i minimize my being, my mere existence into a travesty dwarf

an unconscious subject of comedy,
breathing, throwing up glitter
from the snake of my chest that snares and slithers
out the nape but never escapes 
for it is the root to the remedy 

but it's the wrong one
so if you see a doctor, refer me 
i'd be the patient with their name written down
in the list of unfortunate cases that couldn't heal
and when my seat in the room is vacant,
you'll reminisce the patient 
that said mortality is worse than being satan 

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