Tag: endtimes
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Last left living
I’ve got racks and bands racks and bands Livestrong bracelets outlive the land After the nukes land Whose hand shadowed the burgundy button Land sliding to inhuman climes Life cannot sustain, lung-raping acid rains It’s only cockroaches and plastic bands from Athenry to Atlanta Unmoving city full of noises, pie full of phantoms When do…
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Lost origin of hate
Malignant religion Pregnant with ignorance Lingering hatreds, ageold Feuding blood fuelling wars. Fuligin sky scorched undercoat, cloven surcoat Liver, loving blood heretofore circuited Outslithering blood ophidian Sers fall cut, it is not a war where only peasants die Bullets like plague unsparing, farmers and kings alike A die cast from a God’s hand. Obfuscation of…
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Century’s injurious end
With the climate unstable Impatient seasons do not stay long Or delay overlong Until humid, drooping crops rot Without fixity, fluxing winter lasts a half year. During feared summer Acid rains quicklime once-sylvan demesnes Jettisoned for grim, austere tenements Through cracks in a haunted stairwell Farsighted kids stare out, that perilous without None save death-doubting…
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Angels Weakened by Chain of Flesh
They scream as weak skin shirts them “My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of dirt.” Angels made from radiance descended Light as from the halving dance of radiation And in lust were turned If a thing of flame couple with flesh, should not that flesh be burnt The fruit of forbidden urge once…
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CRUSADE
Hephaestus of the lean-to, the villages hammydown armours seen to As if they were Pope’s robes purple as peacock’s tail fanned like a winning hand to mock the downy cygnets, parading that office He mends lockets, shoes oxen, builds strongboxes, tests locks, ensures a sword’ll knock through an enemy’s props and drop him He beats…
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