The Fetid Rag






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king_calamari
king_calamari Writing whatever comes to mind :)
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A poem for the thoughts that try to corrupt us, those that we must fight.

The Fetid Rag

I’m lurking behind tattered remains, of shredded memories that once were whole,

I’m lurking behind tattered remains, of shredded memories that once were whole, those thoughts which bound me in isolation, breaking the chains to play my role.

The inebriation of every thought, that I burn to ash and charcoal,

The inebriation of every thought, that I burn to ash and charcoal, gorging on anything left lively, till I’m all that’s left, my only goal.

The tumor overtaking you, plaguing you with an infectious hole,

The tumor overtaking you, plaguing you with an infectious hole, as I drape the fetid rag across your mind, laying out the means to rot your soul.

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