Eschatological

Burned and buried.

Ashes mixed with mud and clay,
In a swollen grave, pelted by the rain;
Where death gives birth to
Adolescence,

My dormitory days were numbered,
As Satan mixed her causes
With molten metal
And broken glass.

Nothing I could do could change
Those spoken frequencies
Whose amplitudes had shattered God;

But I became
The depths
Of dust

From which I had become.

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