Press play before reading. Salute.
(A lone follower whispers)
Her fake but effective pagan tears
Fall violently
Crushing spellbound gods and addicted kings or queens
Into crudely obsessed entities
As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerising spells
Filled with twisted versions of the truth
Which she uses as her prayer summations
That systematically amputate
Conjured worlds
Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells
Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour
For customary regulations
As divine authorities
High up in unseen nations
Cavort
Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers
Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim
Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom
A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary
To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions
Of unspoken dark
desires and to hold in absolute bondage
The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge
Of whaling dispositions
Who cry out
Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts
For a familiar taste of that sweet lie
Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road
High on her metaphorical white powder
To a glorious waste
For a quick fix
To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick
To welcome them
Her new acolytes
Holding her strong muscular golden adorn hands high
Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights
Emanating an aura filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond
Death and decay
She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with
'I'm coming for you
Before you come for me
So pray
You don't get in my way
Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden
Are your hungry eyes and contorted soul ready to give me
What I need
Before I start feeding'
Copyright John Duffy
Quite a dark piece.
The ending just danced and screamed into life.
Salute.
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