divine abattoir

Let not the shower
of despair trample
me on through the dome
of divine abattoir
Let not my angst nor
grief push me to the
gates of solitude
For these sorts
are mere vanities and
wild pretension
Let not this gloom
stream forth into my dale,
where bios and zoe
makes their stand
against each selves
that keeps their flames
of desires going

All of these, let not let not,
but let the desire
of killing the bios, be my
impetus to tread inside
the dome of solitude..
Let it be the mystic flame..

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