An Ode to the dead and those who are destined to join…

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

It truly is an honour to be read, feel free to share comment and tell me how much you hate my writing!

really tear it apart!!!

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I want you dead

I want you to live for me

Show me a neglected starry road that dines on raped wisdom

Reveal to all the fragile paradoxical line of laugher at the expense of this testicular trinket world

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Disorganise and rearrange the insanity of every sense and most all cruxical ideals

You tortured miscreant,

wholly witty deviant

Flames engulf your tomb

but you never did care

Always wailing through melody,

railing at phantoms around