Pious Weavers
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unnatural ghost song silent specter rides low and awkward in an instant fallen heroes rise mighty
the spoken word is laid restless on deaf ears open suggestive burdensome weight on empty tomb
together last we speak in tongues a lashing cry wiped clean old memories a history gone
dawn rising high on tide gentle drift sways naked youth placid shore lost sailors float nowhere
sky burn open bruised blue the seas green eye bright orb at birth seeks cool waters to swell lies now compelling
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truths turned inside-out looms large forgotten space gratified need glorified in deed
fool keep to marriage children hunted breed derision beating heart festering small town
lonely child dutiful in playful need made bitter by hidden scars long forgotten days untold in stories
old stone rock fearful a balanced gait delicate bind honed smooth in aged grace howling a withering rot
junkie juice & yellow skin growl in clutching mad mothers breast flow white foaming mouths forsaken
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profane the sanctimonious on harp songs phantom shadows emerge wavering greed crucifixion & insurrections
closet fags homogenous in bondage left limp infectious seeds of love wounds open highway vein
ritual passage sane impudence gathers in hunger under deceit dialects replaced by new cravings
hands leather dance together old writhing knots left behind mules wind swept blind eyes held shut
slit slow numb surprise toned flesh monster in fury blooms virtue enslaved by neglect
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pious weavers pity the reckless spirit disturbed in resolute hunger the rebirth of hedonists
isolated minds coalesce tied together under hidden doctrine now fall heavy to bleed Christ road to heaven
materialize at wanton need dissolute folly fixated in pain now betrayed by words spread symbols insidious
twisted reins in step steady furor plaiting cruel whips that line cracked earth solitude sees nothing
as smiles grow in disclosure lies unveiled murmur restless the hearts left vulnerable those moments in truth
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| Robert Hnasko |