I pray to Jesus,
and ask him questions,
I am ready for the truth.
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As I sleep,
he shows me the key
to fading my locket of tyranny.
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A little songbird told me
I'm speaking to my bestie.
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A little songbird told me
It's not a familiar face,
Just deception that plays the game
just for the thrill,
Of a miracle, a lyrical, and a serpent drill.
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It's the viper that slithers down the tree
and appears while I sleep.
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Viper-head,
Viper-head,
It's not my true friend,
— my mind slips into pretend,
Comforting me with my last friend
Before mother destroyed my stems.
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I asked God why he doesn't want a reunion,
Where it's her and me,
And no one else,
Because I am lonely.
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Her brown eyes gone,
All white and done —
An upside down cross,
And a seance where she speaks in tongues.
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Six arms rise,
Its shadow grew larger,
humongous like the Gardener.
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She knelt in the circle
And conjured a beast ---
a fiend, the serpentine!
A pantomime of time,
my best friend is not so kind.
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Her human disguise was anxious and hidden
behind insecurities, where she was so driven,
at pretending that she was an angel from heaven,
when she was really an antonym.
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She once said an entity smudged the room,
Three fingers, it's true.
It was an entity eating from her pesticides
Of maggots, bloody wrists, and fortnights.
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In the castles we would run
And play like little girls
Until the sun went down.
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She is not the swan for the dove,
Not songbird-white, not love.
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Songbird, sing passionately,
And remove her smudges and deities
That feast upon my petals, disgracefully.
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Her serpent tail and thorn weeds
Carry death's stink
Where the devil sings
"Let me enter; I wear wings."
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The Rainbow friend follows the dread
And its trail of fails —
Petals that wail
like the succubi of flowers,
whose nectar is power.
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Viper-Head,
Viper-Head,
You aren't my friend.