Of blackened flesh
Sublimated
Through the nostrils
A thousand several corses
Fumed naked in the mire
The monstrous beast
Of unfound guilt
Trapped somewhere
In the weakened nchest
Reprehension
Of a blood loathed soul
Gone astray
In the joyous surroundment
The breath
Never so taken
Bubbled out in refusal
"It was me!
The demon!"
A stream of biled blood
Spurted out through the lips.
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