Manifestation of Sin — A Slam Poetry Piece on Guilt & Existence - AUDIO

I BREATHE LIES AND DECEIT LIKE THEY’RE WOVEN INTO MY LUNGSⅠ. I BREATHE LIES AND DECEIT LIKE THEY’RE WOVEN INTO MY LUNGSI SHIFT THROUGH STREETS LIKE THERE’S POISON ON MY TONGUEEVERY TRUCE I’VE MADE BECAME A TRUCE UNSTRUNGI’LL POLLUTE THE WORLD UNTIL I CALL MY BODY TO ROPEⅡ.MY FINGERS BLOOM BRUISES INTO ANYTHING THEY TOUCH - YOUR SKINI CARRY A DIVINE VERDICT DEEP WITHINIF I DARE SPEAK, IT CORRODES, IF I REACH, IT’S DEFILEDI’LL TURN YOUR PURITY FILTHY BEFORE DISTANCE MEETS ENTROPYⅢ.I AM GUILTY OF BEING, OF BIRTH, OF BREATHA FRACTURE AND A FLAW IN YOUR PERFECT CIRCLE OF EARTHA MARTYR TO NOTHING, TO A ROOM OF HANGING CORPSESA CAUSE WITH NO MEANING, THE BELIEF SPLINTERS ON TOUCHⅣ.A VOICE WILL SCREAM AND I’LL BUCKLE AT YOUR ALTARIT ECHOES IN MY VOICE THAT I DONT KNOW ANYMOREI AM WRONG, I AM RUIN, I SHOULD NOT HAVE BEENA CHORUS WILL BLEED THAT CROWNS ME THE ORIGIN OF SINⅤ.MY BODY STORES DAMAGE LIKE I’M BURIED ALIVEI’LL DARKEN THE NOOSE AND SUCK OUT THE LIGHTIF I’M HELD, I’LL CORRODE YOU UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFTI’LL BLEED THROUGH YOUR DRESS WITH SHAME AND NEGLECTⅥ.I’LL SINK THROUGH YOU AND A WORLD THAT I’M SURE TO STAINWRAP DISTANCE AROUND MY THROAT AND START ANEW AGAINBETTER FORGOTTEN, UNTOUCHED, & UNSEENTHAN PROOF OF A SICKNESS THAT I SWEAR THAT I MEANⅦ.MAY THE STRING FALL AND THE CONTRAPTION FEEL PURPOSENO MORE THAN I, IN THE BACK OF A HEARSEIN DEATH, MAY I BE RID OF MY UNHOLY CURSELET THE FLOWERS ON MY GRAVE BE THE ONLY THING THAT LIVESNEVER MISS A FUTURE POEM - SUBSCRIBEDOWNLOAD THE FULL POEM + ANIMATED VERSION (7 PARTS):* 7 GIF STANZAS* HD FULL POEM IMAGETip: Right-click → Download all for best quality.* IF YOU SHARE ANY PART OF THIS, TAG ME AND I’LL REPOST IT! Get full access to The House Still Exists at edenexempt.substack.com/subscribe