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Chapter 8 - Dionysos

Empty of regret

Full of toxins

He is impure perfection

Insanity bottled and released

Bursting fire fierce and rich

There is a dead man on his way

He comes by barrel

Bloody and blooming with purple bruises

Sweet and jammy

His head will be the trophy

Infertility to damnation

Bliss to the heavens

We dance and dance

Our bodies feel like starlight

Burning hot and free

We find our delight in pain

Our natural instinct

Bared gums

Shaking like a leaf

We succumb to the waters

Syrup in our teeth

There are no more hills to cross

The well is dried up

And it clots red on our flesh

Raspberries broken like lakefoam

The taste of ambrosia

Alive on our tongues

Livening souls

Aphrodisiacs and self loathing swirl as one

Who knew God could feel so human

It feels perfect

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