Leaves of fiery composition
Etch the creature of contempt
Across a chest so far unkempt
Given no glance from a physician
Droves of coursing woven strains
Driven from the world's other side
Striving to strangle settling inside
These bats burst wanting name
A pinpoint pluck pulls the pellet:
A prosaic penchant for priest's language
Thee's thy's thou's all engage
Omitted mention: I wanted to sell it
Demon synched like consecration
To the ligaments pulling me inward
Maybe the sip of something soured
Maybe a pull me from my inhibition
Leaves of fury full position
Bred from season inverse to me
Etch into and out the other way
Nothing but devilish exposition
Cut through the skin
The paper bleeds
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