Regal Murk - trepanning

Carve them from the skull, trepann
Hatching for the cull, eschaton
And how the doubts finesse the flame
Roses revolve the crown of thorns

How the blood assumes it must move in a forward direction
But we know it to be the circling of a drain

We are but disunity in the ranks of entropy
A divergent sect in the centrifuge of the heart

Failures not what it used to be
The rise of finality
In the great honing of conceits as a knife to the heart

Written by:
Zachary Schwartz

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