Behold
For I have drunk the earthly venoms
Intoxicated
Of supremacies mundane
Forty-two months of starlit spring
It all was veiled in wormwood and sleep
Summers past and left to decompose
my seven heads and devoured tail
And I crawled back
to where nothing matters
and death is but a servant
In sulphur-yellow rooms
I'm enlightened by darkness
The birds they didn't come
For all the oppression
another law
For all the love
another life
Truly I am the path of the righteous
I am the spear of the mightier one

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