"X."

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Above it's door was written two lines; similar crossed;

So severe.

-

Slugs and weather gather-

Wether it gathered I doubt it would matter,

Water has no power,

Every blood stain is stained and can't be washed away with cold wind shower:

"X."

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And all lost traction-

These lines haphazardly done-

Almost if they knew what would snap- in,

And dwell within-

No blessings to stake them in.

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Test chamber, held number "X."

The few of the last,

So many failures, so many lost.

In sight: The checklist became a mess.

But he:- His name was "X."

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On every four walls, once white

The claws had eminence driven in, in every angled strike

The horrendous letter of "X."

-

Above it's door was written two lines: similar crossed,

So severe,

Slugs and weather gather-

Wether it gathered I doubt it would matter,

Water has no power,

The great solvient of matter-

All was, All was: "X" held the matter.

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Cross contamination:

"I can't, it's too much.

Gaping evil power-

That letter? Inside still watching.

My mind aches of traction and scatter

'X,' the horrendous letter 'X.'"

-

Contamination:

Grasp and file down.

All that is good, and worth- and while, down.

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And all the beasts, the lines, deep within-

Inscribed, was every letter and wicked sin,

All numbers conglomerate into,

(Know sirens, to scream,)

The letter "X" brought hatred name

And every sick child, and ignorant name-

Knew every wicked power by one letter's name."

its magical,
how black stains,
transform in small galaxies
in our body,
and make everything stop to seem
like an bruise,
in our soul.
how can a black stain,
be so beautiful?
-d.a