Sonnet challenge crndlsm, mostly Holy, cryptcreeper

[TheCryptCreeper]

Heyhey both, I agree we should probably wait until the end to worry about how to write the final sonnet; here's my third submission:

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Let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.
I writhe like a worm among dust and mud,
Thrashing the floor a pulpy mass of blood.
Pain my last tether after madness claimed
My name, my memories gone up in flame,
Along with truth, drowned in venomous flood.
Compressed, bound with chains and thrown with a —thud
As vicious snakes cannibalise my fame.


Way above in the screaming mad tower,
Millions of miles high, lies a tortured mind.
Though below it’s claimed they speak face to face,
With He or She, the ultimate power.
Giddy sheep look up with eyes ever blind,
Rapt in grace’s embrace, seeking solace.

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Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no King can boast,
we can't change what's passed, we're cursed if not blessed.

All that remains are fragments of the past,
the crown of man is brittleness and blame.
Now is the time for truth and love to last,
let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.

Rapt in grace’s embrace, seeking solace,