The Peace of Satan

His peace is
despair, the
colour black,
when there are
no two things,
substance itself
meeting its
opposite—
no choice, the
infinite, and
weeping,
weeping, the
symphony of
the endless
sacrifice—the
goat lost inside
the wilderness—
ignorance,
hypnosis,
darkness,
soul-dissipating
hatred of good.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

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Gabriel Muoio

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