Schadenfreude from Pestilential Breath by Fed Ash / God of Gaps

Statues made of cedar rise
Divinity through destruction
Waiting for each other to writhe in the silt and
Begging for the freshest cut of horse meat
Earth slipping through my hands
Dull reflexes can not compete

Choke on this
bitter pill
A truth that’s told
With watery eyes

Dueling titans
Dying for the exceptional
Echoing whistles rattle
Taking refuge in the waste

Speaking from both sides
Of your mouth
The humid air holds sad words

Crust under the nails
Fine print in the wind
Speaking out of turn in the dark
Parading around in someone else’s jewels

Of sad men
And sadder lives still

Your hand over my mouth
Invalid
My hand over your mouth
Invalid

Pissing up a rope
With nothing left to hold
But a ladder without rungs

Interlocking
Invalid

Shatter smiles
And teeth waving
Like white flags
In the wind

Bending under the speech
Twist and turn
To be unheard

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