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Heliotrope
Eternal sovereignty
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Jun 6, 2021
Misery and nihilism scorched my heliotropes.
To no avail did I enshrine my adulation in the altar of nonsentience.
The roses are my tether that anchor me to the graveyards of yesteryear; this is oblivion.
I suffer; my crown is the motif of hubris and duplicity.
Love, you are but the splinters of a phantasmagoria.
You have no friend; you have no mistress.
For eons have you deluded the Gods to grace their pantheon walls with your likeness.
No lantern will aid my vision to see you; crimson is my scarlet letter.
I refuse to indulge your petty game, for the ones to feel you lose.
You, the eternal sovereign, will be remiss to dismiss this truth: there is no victor.
