Poem: ridding of evil – 16/02/21

Ridding oneself of evil

Blind purgatory as we fall,

Dragging them down

Then rising, no fall

I have enlightened these spirits

I bring them to melodies,

I sing for my instance

Hear the calls.

I will sing for these

I wander not the graveyard

Nor passageways of hell

Nihilism nihilism there’s not nothing there at all

But a wide vast waiting corridor

Liminal

For hearts broken whelped no more

I will conjure conjure and then the timing will be now

I will dance upon the streetways and macabrely tell

Then to be quiet to be careful

Watch my path oh the path with ease

A mammoth fall won’t know it all

Fly, do I dare? subterfuge already, aware?

Because one decided to flagrantly dream

Here come the hues

I shan’t be afraid no more

I will never call my, our names out

For we have much to tell.

Much and much but I won’t breathe a peep

Little slim prancer, a little random,

Speak…

Instead speak my truths my praises

A welcoming land is awaiting pathway Just begun

I won’t pledge allegiance to the wrong views anymore

I will peruse independently

And this won’t be a spell

I will grow in requirements

Taking on prerequisites, unveil,

Perhaps not because I’m already a master of something that’s unknown to most as of yet

And trundle away

Begin the affray

And times and times will NEVER EVEN TELL

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