Here's a poem for you
I am not naught but destined to die
I have painted myself from nothing
A blueprint a collaboration
I’m a naughty, naughty boy
See the arachnid reaper creep to me
I’m a hunk of squalling red flesh
So I can’t feel society fucking me
Earth’s a canvas with a corner painted
The only place I am free
When glint and tinder meet
@coal, I assuming the lack of sourcing means this is original? Great poem!
I love it.
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