ApocryphaA Poem by screamin'ianWritings or statements of dubious authenticity
Antediluvian, hell
My substance is Pre-old dead Godly Apocrypha My solace Wholly passive Violence Aggressive Silences Spoke volumes To any with ears To see Panentheistic Eternal view Interned My body Electrons form My conscious Stream over Flowing banks Spill my blood My guts Pour out My heart Expel my soul Through pie-hole Keep your mouth Shut while you're alive © 2011 screamin'ianAuthor's Note
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