As I sauntered amid the ruins of war, one eye on my back, the other under the bed, my child cried its colors, “Nevermore!”. Horror sent legions of the angry up into the sky, then sandward fell the fear-tipped beams of dread upon a whole host of hands wearing peace like a ring.
From a shadowy crag and through the head, the deed’s been done, a casualty of the countless rings out! The bogeyman sleeps! Death reigns supreme! Noise trumped sound, hatred more than Love, battle before breath, madness, reason, deceit smothered truth. Bitter revenge plummeted sandward, another death among the half-living... O breathe creation’s mist into these, my tainted lungs, cloaks of complicity settling a bar tab made of flesh…
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