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"Oh Love Departed" (series 1) (T0 no one and everyone)
Oh God I am all the more
enraged and ravaged, foul creatures
born of the same stuffs that marred
the first marrow of man; how cruel
to love when love in mutation finds
new purpose for innocent and young
impressionable fools.

God oh were this the centre
Of a malignantly dark universe
forsook of you, let bestial
men parade in blindness their altar
of pernicious aspirations.
A dreadfulness becomes me,bereft
of all but the barest necessities;
a stone-drab heart,blight-tarnished
blood,hate-cleft eyes,and the faintest
will to live on.
they rise,the nacreous familiars whom
the moon never shone,
they grudge the rising sun whose
rays never hold them endeared but
disarrayed.

Cool the death upon your forehead.
They dread the unreturning tides,
tides of ochrous salivas gathered from
years of blaspheming mouthing.
Should you live and prosper, my sweet
dears, at the expense of my slowly-maiming heart, for you the ultimate art.

Love,my dears, is a word not to use
(I sometimes wonder whether it's still
in use.was it not a neologism?)
Its claim to beauty preposterous
all the more vain when by you abused.
I know to expect danger when tethering
on perilous cliffs where hung my heart of shattered glass.
You used me as a tool to dissect your
obsolescent parts,I find not soothing
warmth but all manner of canker and
worms.
You are filled with delusions and bloat
me with the same but manifolds.
How can this world be real if the
foundation where its laid,LOVE, is nothing more than a verbose illusion.
Caution,something I thought would never be used is now hammering me with
its wisdom.Alas I knew I should.

You think,being servile, I am a slave
but you are wrong dear how very wrong.
But how wrong I was too.
It's a long way to be a lone
and much longer to be unloved.
I'll yake a sip of Hemlock with its pipy fibres filling my piping nerves
with sumptuous deliverance-
from hell on earth to another hell
invisible.