Invictus

In your envy, you seek everything.

You emulate and in turn, blaspheme against me.

November

The room retained the coldness of the night though the air-conditioner had been turned off; there was no sound other than the purring of the laptop and the quiet grinding of teeth, of my sister’s teeth. Curled up beside me she slept, wasting the few precious hours of the day in blissful slumber.

Eternal Rest in Wicked Throne

First

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After which came the world, that is the truth.

From lofty seat did we came to be, that in time–

if’n time be the truth, that we came to be known as gods.

Or God. In hallow’d throne seat’d. Ah, but where’s the rub?