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by Aidan Aboud

Derision,

Celtic Gods scream into blue eternities,

Where time has no meaning.

During the schism,

Devilish fiends marked fraternities,

For their unhallowed preening.

Ensnared,

I expunge blackened, sooty breaths,

Made consummate by an obstinate demeanor.

Revered,

I lead them all to their deaths,

A prophet – a blasphemer.

Strict,

I had seen Satan’s deadly grin,

I had already died.

Derelict,

Resigned – to Tolomea,

Merely a, a vessel for sin,

And I consumed it all.

It was all mine.