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Despicable Me

for bounteous sins
i am drawn and
quartered.

my cisterns overflow
with blackest depravity

so i am drug to
town beneath the
hindquarters of
of my own Mischief.

and oh, these
tethers cut
crimson ringlets
into my wrists
and ankles

i feel the Many
inside pulling
at each limb,
hungry for
freedom.

so ride on dread
mares. sever me
from myself and
drag those
despicable bones
behind and may the
rattling chorus
they sing
bring sweetest joy
to the ones
i’ve thus far
destroyed.

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