Cadaver Architect: 10 of 11

At The Architect’s, the Cadaver Architect’s
Forgotten secrete home
Small doses of poisons, were administered
Poisons deemed to loosen tight grips
Fucken tight grips, of appendages,
Of a thought to be lunar eclipse
A thought to be lunar eclipse,
Through which came
A Hand, of a Preacher’s Daughter
A Preacher’s Daughter, who promised
The Architect,
The Cadaver Architect,
Everlasting thoughts of deeds, creations
Peace of mind, and vast brilliancy
If, and only if,
The Architect, the Cadaver Architect
Never accepted administered poisons
But instead,
The Architect, the Cadaver Architect
Agreed to hold on, and take up,
The Hand of the Preacher’s Daughter
A Hand, that which appeared first,
In a thought to be lunar eclipse
A Hand, which drilled through the core,
A core, of a thought to be, lunar eclipse
The thought to be lunar eclipse,
Which trapped tight
A Greatest of all centuries which ever live
The Architect, the Cadaver Architect
She was falling

Captured Life Insights from Ricocheting Regrets, Sadness in my Positivity. Accessed in several stores and libraries in electronic and audio formats. All Rights Reserved.

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