the whores retreat

lay in tar

of blackened days

and hazy

silty skies,

through blurred

thin lines of deep regret

and ever

swollen eyes,

in deep remorse

of life sold out

to bidders

holy war,

i lay my sword

on unsheathed heart

and beg in blood

for more.

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