purveyor of bullshit.....
recognition of none....
soul for sale....
the account of one....
the shelves are full, the buyer annoyed...
souls wall to wall
this treasure trove of meat and flesh...rotting from the
tireless wait...
i recognize a few hanging by the door as i turn to leave...
a wanderer distant but in need...i offer it to him without
the notion of greed...
take it, it's yours i need it not....for what i desire
cannot be found in this place nor the next...
perhaps you'll find a better purpose now that you have one
of your own......
unchained and unbound i leave
blood in streets....
for the first time it's not of my flesh...
immortal beings when pierced only bleed ink
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