Ping(her)

brittle fingers
tainted beyond recognition
entangled and impotent
useless

clawing for redemption
they make love with the blacks and the whites in futility

they have witnessed horror after horror
have grasped death itself and bathed in unclean crimson

putrid fingers
rotten beyond salvation
stiff and pathetic
useless

clawing for redemption
they make love with the blacks and shun the whites fumbling to make grace

they have been my company
through lust and gluttony, wrath and envy

sever and burn them
tools of misery
sever and lock them
my little servants of death

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About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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