Wrong Confluence
by Sam M. Phillips

You never know
What something might grow into,
Butterfly effect,
Detect the seed,
Ready to heed instruction,
Construction of forms,
Worms writhe in cacoon sack,
Whole pack,
Stack of fleshy bags,
Sags of sinew,
Window of opportunity.

A community,
Unity,
Enemy,
Wait for me,
I want to be involved,
But this crime can never be solved,
It’s a story not meant to be told,
Our lives have revolved around it long enough,
I’m told to tough it up,
Drink from this cup,
It’ll perk you up,
Or jerk you over,
It’s made from a poison flower,
It grows up beyond the tower.

Lower your voice,
It wasn’t my choice you had to die,
So why are you doing it so loudly?
You should go proudly,
You’ve been roundly praised at court,
No wonder with all the influence you’ve bought,
Wrong confluence and you were caught,
It’s a wrought,
But you brought it on yourself,
You should have left the book on the shelf.

You need help,
Don’t yelp,
It’s not that bad,
You don’t have it so hard,
You still have a card up your sleeve,
But don’t deceive yourself,
You perceive yourself that you are dying,
Lying on the floor,
What’s more,
Your raw waste
Makes haste to exit.

Cover yourself with this blanket,
And I have this packet for you,
Don’t look so blue,
Let the pains stew,
They really are few,
They need to fester,
To gather in a cluster,
A muster of vile infection,
Revile phantom inflection.

Erection provoked by dark thought,
Caught in act,
Pack of demons with full discretion
To bait you and teach you a lesson,
This section is about temptation,
Feel the hellish frustration?
Desire burning higher,
Denier of the fire,
Liar seeks escape,
Death drapes his cape.

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