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In the hands of the creator

I am the nails of every hammer

That simmers and needles

Through my synapses

And tears away innards

Carve my tongue fork shaped

Never forsake the flavour

Spew venom forth in legacy

My poison your nectar

The chamber collapses

Dropping a closing curtain

Lurking sounds

That stir my bowels

A caustic circumcision

Spreading this stench of mine

Nourishes yet terrifies

To reach beyond the sun in sorrow