All the junkyard insults, those pearls of disbelief,
Schematic oblivions, borderlines of consent,
Devastating blows, high-minded concern,
Everything that made life small and unloved –
Offer all this as absolution to the Emperor Of The Dead,
Leave it in his cold, withered embrace,
Where it belongs,
Ruling only the rot of the past,
Forever forsaken,
And thus, redeemed.
© Milana Vujkov, Emperor Of The Dead, 2021
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