Diviner's verbs
Prove your fervor now and serve
The words which wing out into alien
Rhymes insipid without paling
And patchwork tongues breathing fire
From ailments too quick to discern
Or wonder if with them learning burns
When strained through the layers of their psyche
I will not be made their nurture
I will not be made their destroyer
They move within me and through me
And maybe one day They will be me
Raging hell through latent brainflesh
Boiling incinerants into my veins
Fresh and power is their name
But I confess to never knowing
Hence the insanity of my conquest
The immolation in deliverance
So loving seer
See me through vanity
See me through the silence
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