"No Grace"

Her two faces were the death

Of hope for him

A soul funk haze

That kept his red


Does breed discontented midwives

An ever present let down

The carnal reflex

Emotionally transmits

Alkaloid stains

The hands he had held to comfort once

Now tore open his scabbed wounds

Infecting him completely

Repaid pearls

With scorpions

Reveal to me magic powers

So I can turn this hell into heaven

He was mistaken by splendid tales

Spun in ornate wonders

A subtle maze that

Became a bitter trance daze

Coagulated transfusion

Soaked up anything left

Home is you

A stirred echo night crept

Grace was gone

Forty-four shadows spent weeks

No grace was found

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