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By A. Mills

Direct from a dream of breaking in to lucifers castle. A feral scarecrow. Warms my bones, to marrow with words of wisdom to a tone. 
A grisly quick list. Carol passed his wrath. Is zero warning posted. 

A cold nose splitting. Wind blows fits a blatant sigh for hero worship. Nero wolf slipped. Wait inside forlorn gates roasted. Dishevelled metal held in place with rope. Made from faces ripped like leather hide with pikes weathered gate. This sight reminds me just right of fates smoky grace of inescapable real estate. 

Welcome to Hades, I made my way through the haze to play searching disturbed for words none other have ever heard just to come unfurled. 

It's always just right there so I'll give this nightmare a whirl to get sated. Seeking verbs hidden yet tasted. Every bone shard spike for me is some part of a precursor for strife beyond my risks to take. A fix of a heretic fray to kick start 
another parallel hell split Day. 

Fueled for motion dynamically engaged. A fascination with lacerations like a glass cave...... Shattering under duress. My patience matters less when abrasions saturate my flesh. Bits of shining red chips finding their way to slip. Under my skin to tip a grin. Crimson stream strips away any need for hidden visions anymore. Or agendas of children orphaned and sore. 

Forbidden widows winsome over their own killings. Maybe they'll win some over there illings when losing their partners as departed, led to extra shillings for Charon's raft, to cross the river everlast. Lons under us to stay safe, atoms continue to vibrate every spell my tongue wakes but this pirate rake is on the way to meeting Dante. 

Sions from lotus-san, photon Jerusalem, cro magnon Chopin to Voudon tell me to watch my play. Bespell 10% of my brain awake beneath dismay. Alert with discreet forays into hell's back bay. Complete over the hidden middle beat of Marvin Gaye's "What's going on?" so I stay strong to what showing with aplomb. These tomes have been growing all wrong like chairman.