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Waxed in exile

Expected the world, vomited shit

This snake eating its tail

Won’t move an inch

Years moldering with soil

Sheathed in perverted in oil

Dropped on its head in reckless forget

A bastardised soul

We once shared the trenches

Heard the whistle serrate

Now silence envelopes

This laconic stalemate

Yes days are finite choices

As always have and been

For slugs to squirm from the womb

Reign over heart and decree?

Futility given, a promise made clear

I’ll purge myself of vim

Not light, nor darkness, just shadows of both

Your sterile human being