The Confusion of Error

Caused by the corruption of data,
And the masks of anonymity;
My mark and my principle aesthetic,
As the drain cleans.

Milky white fists,
The creamy colors
Of romantic flesh,

And swollen in the vicinity
Of painful purpose;
Dogma reiterates chaos.

The veil of my bride
As we divide the day from night,
And echo into the void
With voices unhinged.

You are the glue and my enemy,
The Frightened One.

Plead with my people for their existences.

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