Fear the Lords who are secret among us.
The Lords are within us.
Born of sloth & cowardice.
Camel caravans bear witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl & seep inside the walls.
The streets flow stone.
Life goes on absorbing war.
Violence kills the temple of no sex.
...
Clouds weaken & die.
The sun, on orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island & is gone
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