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Against chain link fences the impressed throngs

Drink revelations, jet scream psalms, taking comfort stranger’s hand

An orchestra suffering through a quartet of Discharge songs

Why should I fight in their fucking wars

They declare it

My body forms an X in front of the brightest sight since creation

Unutterable effulgence, the melting agent

At hand Judgement, the gypsy flicks his portent at the garish purple velvet

In drawing down the moon, I have drawn down a second sun and killed everything

At last at last the final pass, Atlas drops his load searing heat world turns to glass

The choir belts out Discharge, it’s ending and they sing.