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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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The Dream
I’ve seen a dream
with my eyes open
of my death, in crimson dusk
in violet rage.
On a rod of iron
my carcass decays
mirrored visions
in twisted delay
ravens flocking
they’ve come to pray
and rip and feast
as vultures glare.
The sky ignites
an angel appears
A red dot glows
not far from here
engulfed in black
biting my skin
the mountains behind
have fallen grim.
A heavy fog invades
the sounds of the supper
inhumane
orange they glow
in violet silk
screaming out my name
punish me still.
I see but I’m free
to view my death
from anywhere I please
above me, below
beside and inside
I feel that carcass’s pain
his thoughts, his fears.
But I choose to sit
in a corner in tears
I hate it because its death
that my wishes truly endear.
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