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Bone Marrow
Boa Constrictor
My primogeniture may not be whole
Down to Cape, it could be South pole
Same chill of kin, different penguin.
My ignorance is wider than
The distance
Wishing her well, a crevasse among sinn
Wishing me hell by tolling the bell
For I am the Unconsecrated
The breaker of bonds, Darker and meaner
Overtime my Spell is done and Well
My life is stolen from daughter’s
Breathe, my strength drained from her converse,
My knowledge the corollary of theirs.
My world is a Pellucidar, Inversed
Reality, Inverted colours, Invented.
Inside me the Void demands blood sacrifices
So I put my children at the altar
And Kill them softly and painfully.
So I eat my progeny,
Gorge full of bones,
I regurgitate after engulfing the marrow.
Like a black Python, strong rings,
Perverse and determined
Not to lose a mouse, chicken or children,
Fated to prey on life itself.
That’s the way to obey myself.
My serpent extends forever,
Present, past and future,
Around the world
The world around me
A thing that cannot be
