Mehter (christ_slap) wrote,


deep abyss of sarrow turns to fields of tall grass and stars above

friendly bugs and the smell of life on my tongue, twice the bounty of an arguement or stare

no bullshit card planted squre in my life from an unknown scowling grandpa. grandpa of knowledge, scowling with the intent of a genius

he snuck from beyond shadows and returns like a swift secret

twelve apostles, twelve incarnations of vishnu, hidden imam mahdi resides within sahasrara chakra of all humans, twelve pies resting tempting opon vulnurable window lattice

power games fall short of a melted heart.

everytime i ring a bell an angel gets his wings
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