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  • Security

    I have mixed a myriad of
    failures
    with a fine blend of
    vitriol
    and left them to bake in the sun
    ground into a fine paste
    flaws
    quickened with a thick blend of
    spite
    slathered this mortar with the bricks
    and build a sturdy enough
    wall
    securing myself against the …
  • supervolcano

    Ash a mile high
    leaves me unable to clearly see
    what comes toward me

    My mind races
    as the fears of unseen horror
    run through me
    Is this what ends me

    Will I be swallowed
    wholely, body and soul
    to exist in a nether realm
    of inky blackness and
    stark …
  • a story of a martyr

    They brought me to the prison
    for spreading the gospels
    and demanded proof
    after I opened the eyes of a girl
    who had been in darkness
    the jailer had his eyes opened as well

    The brought me to Rome
    (the seat of the empire)
    for spreading my truth
    They did …