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the Hierarchy wears masks

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Summary:
vampires. sci fi
I'm going darker than usual
turning down the energy and channeling what I hear
with honesty injected into my observations

a singularity of faith
I'm neither dark nor light
the horde's hunger I understand
but I don't feed this side of me

they desire the innocent in hell
what good are the guilty
they hunger and sense my concern
trying to rectify the damnation
nothing is at seems

caress the red dragon
smoke as incence rises in rings from his nostrils
causing me to trip

so high I find myself in the Onxy kingdom
where the host beholds me
pushing into my mind with questions
Crimsin love, won't you attend the galactil ball

my thoughts swirl and I answer if only to persuade you
resist the bigotry these beings feel deeply
a hierarchy of doubt who ride them as horses
into the ground, then depart, leaving them to take the blame for your crimes

you can call it demonic
but I am blessed with sight. I see behind the masks of the masquerade
the horde calls me honey because I sweeten the communal pool of thought
but I swear upon my honor I've got some indigo toxins to pollute you with
then your minds will taste my madness
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