Linguistic Eclipse

So tonight, when stars fall
And the sky which was bright
Becomes a desolate whore,

I segment the reproductive chains,
And with an ultimatum
Conjure a democracy of kryptonite;

My lies swell
As a broken down circumference
Becomes the body and blood
Of my sufferings.

Could you in your contentious
Disillusionments; perceive
The calculated beauty
Of my inebriated requests
For calcification.

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