Shitposting

Some shitpost poems for the weak

Heaven hearken the words of light and purity.

Hell drowns in despair and wrong.

I was filled with light, brighter than the sun. Pure but blind. An angel but inhumane. I was kind but dead.

You are a poison, a virus that grants me immunity. Just from the little touch I have, I want more.

You are the darkness in my heart, I do not loose myself. I am balanced, and I am human.

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As my hands course your marble, I get the vision of what sort of sculpture you are. Perfectly crafted, by the tools from a genius artist. A story untold, one that is worn through time. Corrosion stresses your shell, causing crevices to wear the masterpiece. My hands will soothe and reshape, fix, and mend. Let me be your caretaker.

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Do whatever you must;
Mark my scent
Track me
Stalk me
Chase me
Trap me
Ensnare me
Bite me
Fight me
Hurt me
Tear me
Control me
Do whatever you must
But never let me go