![]() The Gospel of SandA Poem by R.A. Youngblood
The living became experiments,
Because suppression of desires was not a way out for the dead. Registered dreams can kill a few paragons of patience, They can also cause a few drops of blood on many confidential files. Shadows will kill you if you're sick, And nothing will rip you clean. The Gospel of Sand goes beyond madness, Beyond a sin for which there is no punishment too great. Dreams of emaciated upright pigs Cannot be repelled by medication. Once it starts, Delusions will never abandon one's mind. © 2017 R.A. YoungbloodAuthor's Note
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