À propos Michael Lewis
Poetry and short stories
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Celebrate me insect cult For I'm a shape with a thousand angles Aside from the side of a sphere I'm a flex of waking fear Outside a catacomb clone A commune or tune of labour A honey haze drips inside dawns dew I'm one of very few Collect us, fit us asylum Erect a spoken word Berries, bush life and crimson cover Another Another Discover
Catacomb King
Sep 20, 2024
58 Vues
This is a festival of fear and neglect It is erected from anxiety and it spies in spells of doubt The finery of lonesome thoughts begin to shout The bullish barracks attract facts Each fact is acted out untrue It will only use you It will only help you lose you A clue to this is whispered when everybody sees arrogance and greatness This is ignorance to loathing Hating Faking yourself Before taking...
Death's Precipice
Jun 08, 2022
127 Vues
The hands of Christ are glowing bluer than ever Their burning slow glimmer grows on the weak and weak founded The glare that bounces from his unkind word strikes in thirds and strikes forceful Now Christ turns his hands on to himself Darkness Division Dwelling and dread Christ is beginning to turn his hands on to the earth The compound of earth's ether and soul Will be scattered sparcely as stars ...
Christ Roulette
Jun 05, 2022
199 Vues