At the break of fake dawn, the song had ended
The eerie silence gleefully splashed across the land
As my skin had been severely singed by the artificial suns
And the caskets are tainted with the crisp smell of bacon
Fermented neon bodies burst into binge drinking
Rather a brand name alcoholic beverage
For each of the highly listed Christian reverends
Whenever they start to believe in what they preach
About the deceased buried deep beneath the funeral wreath
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Divine Enlightenment
PoetryA WIP story of poetry which includes the obscene make believe. I accept criticism of any kind. If it's trash, feel free to say so.
