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An ode to the deviant

  • Published at 01:56 pm April 13th, 2019
Deviant

Poetry

Oh you heretics, heathens and dissidents,

How I am in love with 

The hollowed sockets of your eyes 

That they chiselled with furious fingers-

Therein now stands only courage

With which you uproot dogmas of grace,

Reduce gods to mere stone.

Words crystallize into prophecies

In increments the protests grow

Like clouds the fumes of wrath ascend 

Like clouds they must explode.