I once was the prince of darkness,
but now I am king.
My teeth glitter with gold,
and bite into the apple...

Dung-apple, my meal is vulgar
like a dry rot in a festooned garment

Nevertheless, my crown is real,
as I pour over eternities of wasted
time

Who cares? No one knows
the painful lack of pain
that seals my heart
like the lid of a freezer
with a corpse inside.

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