Company

arnold.davydov
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readFeb 10, 2018

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Come now, my friend, show it to me
Your shredded heart, your misery
Let it be cooked as you ask why
A feast fit for the beast called I

I want it all; your sweet despair
All you abhor and find unfair
My empty stomach, my parched throat
Demand your blood, my dear scapegoat

This is my Love, depraved as sin
The devil’s laughter from within
Flay all mankind with every curse
All evils go from bad to worse

Yet even so, I’m innocent
Despite the hell, plagues, and torment
You have declared all heroes dead
So only monsters live instead

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