Rot The Rot

What's black,
what gnaws like a rat,
insignificant as a gnat,
and so hard to look at?

What dies slowly,
what rots the skin and turns bony,
what is always lonely?

What lives burrowing,
steals oxygen leaves you choking,
what is always probing?

What has a beginning but no end,
what is truth and not pretend,
what is your enemy but also your best friend?

I give you my riddle,
inside the haystack there's a needle,
my body displayed for them--
​Blood Eagle.

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Volcano and thunder,
while the gods plunder,
electricity turns to fire,
I have become the Rectifier.

My home drowning,
a rotten heart no longer pounding,
blood vessels tearing,
a new god--
a red herring.

Underwater prison,
an old god has risen.

He wears my face,
leading this rat race,
trapping me in a cage,
where all I am is the embodiment of rage.

This is my Odyssey,
where I will remain for ten years in heresy,
​living in a Dream of pure rotten pathology.

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