An Insignificant Petition
Imploring Gods Long Silent
Oh, pretentious stars! Why do you mock me?
Like so many shimmering celestial sentries,
wagging lighted fingers, ever admonishing,
“not yet, young soul”.
Why won’t you pluck me
from this earthly orgy of terrors?
Can you not see this carnival of cruelty
amongst the parasites
and charlatans of the world?
You cynical sirens of the night sky,
what are those ancient secrets
that you covet for yourselves?
Were you not witness to the barbarity
and atrocities that came before?
Or did the tempestuous and fickle gods
capriciously swirl auroras into the heavens
to delight and distract me?
I implore you, twinkling tormentors,
peel back your glittered black veil
and strike me silent with your
lightning bolt epiphanies!
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Fudsique Gilmore
Rambling rants about my incurable tendencies toward self-destruction, living through the torment of my own making, and the love of "that one girl".
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