Just a fox of thought or... A metaphorical allegory of hyperbolic paradox in the balancing of the unbalanced.

Thats me in the window

Thats you in the bed

Thats me holding flowers

For you, when you're bled.


Thats me, suiting up

Thats you, open eyes

Thats me in the shower

Still you lie, while bedrenched in

 your power


Thats me with concieving...

.... the terror in you.

Realising... slowly... a burning in you,


Thats me, with a grin... 

Thats me, playing Grimm

Thats you feeling fear

Lives starting in you.


Thats me with a tool

Thats you while you shiver

The more you quiver

Your lights grows, yet a sliver



Thats me whispering to you

"Have you tasted your liver"

Your liver shouts back, "devoured"

You coward!


Your eyes show fear of knowing you not

Your liver seeks the help of you kidneys you rot


Thats you, using voice 

For the very first time

Thats me, shaking head

Too little of choice


Thats me with a panga

Thats you in your bed

Thats me swiping right

Thats you with no leg


Theres you, crying why

Thats me crying Die

Thats you screaming no

Thats me, got your toe


Thats you, gurgle.. "mercy"!

Thats me swiping left

Thats you saying stop

Always dead in your bed.


For I, the creator of gold of your worthlessness, have taken what you did not... your life, and made you worth it.


Thats me singing gracefully 

Thats you, you are dead...

Thats me with your arm, your leg and your head.


Thats me turning you from a waste of earths pleasure...

Thats me, taking a selfie,

With you... finally a treasure.


What you didnt love, was mine to hate

Who you cared none for, is mine to praise and adore...


For this is you, while giving head

Ive given you purpose

You wasted, you bled.


For all wrongs you inacted

I came, i refracted

Your wasting of life... 

Becomes the light from a knife


Grim though it seems, 

its real and its ugly

That i must now clean

 your gross stolen soul


Voilence is my gift to you


To turn your ugly to a bright red golden hue.


Though tasked with destruction 

My purpose is such. 



That God favours me your purposeless crutch.

This  story of symbols 

 and flowers 

or guns 



It maters not 

of evil or good

What matters is time

Unjustly tlyou took.


Did you have heading 

Or bedding Or wedding

Or Is it me God is sending?

Because your life was pretending.


If this moment made you anger

Rejoice for your passions 

For stirrings too late

Soul fires, berate



ID "i" i will be crowned 

for a job well and done.

all t

Lives gift to ensure

You would not receive 

or concieve the hurt 

that brought your yous, now not yet yours, but still tomorrow happy darkness sad sorrow

I

Now you have felt dread,

 Dread fire of shred

Shred causings and happens

take give till you dead.


Now you have purpose, 

for deathmen to feed

Their growing and glowing

Is slowing and stowing.

 purpose of legacy 

of proof and of life 

Sought experienced  fullness

 of heart laughing strife

 nothingness smiling

Of frowning delight 


what used to be you. Used to be right

But me I shall live authentically free


You never exsisted

 And you never breathed, 

while violence breads catalyst to destroy the frame

We frame our exisiting

To living of glory.


3xK

BY DRE'AAH CHRONIS 

01.11.2023

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