Rest Assured

My own rebuttal of the facts,
As siphoned desolation
Devours my consciousness;
And I proclaim the coming
Of false deities.

The smallest token of my remembrances,
Turning sour grandiose dreams;
As my decisions awaken war.

Through my mind’s
Recalcitrant philosophies,
As bones bleached,
Mnemonic consultations
With a whore;

The brook broke water,
Flooding the desert
Where I lay in my
Unconditionality.

Bleeding out hypocrisy and lies.

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