I don’t know if my sisters ever did care for originals.
How long did they seek tactility with an imposter?!
Or did anyone else that I sought the loyalty of?
How did I belong, when belonging became an adversary?
Is something sure once it gets started? Would you ever fathom
that it can be an exposure to evil beyond a point –
A point so inflamed by an invasion, that its own sacredness
convolutes into a multiplicity of segregation. Is time so falsely sub judice,
staking the judgement against the just! I don’t even know if
my true love cares to believe that everything I lost
ought to be returned to me. Because fear has its own dispensation!
And deceit is always a manipulation of the evil despatcher!
And how you all clothe yourselves in such a tempestuous callousness,
subjecting me to a self-destructive and your intended (for me) blindness!
So, I can only compose my colours in a custom of random caprice
Very often, this buff damaging the ones who don’t deserve to be hurt
Since loyalties are turned against me; I, thus, am compelled to turn against them
What battle am I fighting? Should it ever be a point of no return?
Would Mum and Dad dare to descend from the dimensions
to delegate my ascendancy? Would my dead pets swear loyalty to me
to defy treachery? Would the few righteous discerning leaders of the world
aver with me, and curfew the overwhelming connivance against me?
Would Atlas be of any assistance if it fled beyond all the outer orbits?
Of what use is any deep space messages coming from the initialities
when they cannot materialise any corporeality beyond their whispers?
Can I be surgically refitted; my body parts and my Godly face
be revisited, so I am no longer dispersed lace; but a unity of grace?!
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