Djinn face smoke above Palestine
Pieces placed for final war, abounding votives Rimmon’s shrine
Megiddo plainsong the shield sound
Charcoal sigils smudged on air as guttering planes spiral down
Drink-dry sword throats massing to either side
Praying God will intercede, turning twofold tides
Chicken bones strewn around the grave of humanity
In the last days, soaking up the last miracles
Nothing like a Lazarrus now but thought we saw a wine river, once
Runoff from some unrecorded pogrom
Begging Achilles to consider the prophecy
Red haired mummies, mounds pyramids and passage graves
Phonetic glyphs, anthropomorphic idols, rods to brand the backs of slaves
Djinngers fiery souled red ninjas, the vengeance of henges when axe strikes a hawthorne
The child awakening is not my child, night time take him in and left a malformed
The Somme will seem like nothing, a footnote for dim old folk
Generations will bleed, wheel and bent back shall be broke
Ten nights in the mirror seeing ghouls
Ten nights it is not my face self fool
Alchemisland 
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