20h • Poetry
Daggers
A banquet set for he
To and fro , to the cross , down so deep where the parasite that grows so deep within
The great bandini and the only thing to show are daggers on his fingertips
crusted in diamond upon each nail forged in the fire with the internal bleeding the great bandini cast upon thee as the shadow of the cross still looms
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