Perches atop my brain's mantle. For art thou all-knowing?
Feeds on the knowledge that is to be. Digests the evil that is within me.
Gross submissive to a life on scene
like
A landfill collecting the lost, unwanted, and decomposing.
A River washing away the leaves, the dirt, and contaminants.
A star aging to his supernova
Guarding
Me from there in justices
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