Hammer-massaged the smiles off every statue in every city we sacked; Empire of Profound Sadness

Smiling never suited my features

No features, no leeches

I scorn all upright creatures

Listening out, for what silence might teach us

But the encroaching world impeaches

And imperils all placidity with ceaseless overreaching

I’ve managed to tease out bits and pieces.

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