Seeding the accusers path
No arrival intend
HE who knows and grows inside
Escort on the way
A koma filled by an incubus
Interrupted by rays of conspiracy
Including a wicked heavy worm
An emotion to bear inside
No way to release the storm
Ensnared by deafness to life
Willed to raise apocalypse
A dinner for the seven-headed
Desperate warm feeling
From a kingdom saved in pain
Is it the touch of grace?
Or a sempiternal koma dream?
So push the maelstrom splendid basilisk
To ride down the golden ways (again)
Burst the ring that builds this chain
Wistful beings in a blended truth

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