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July 4th 1901 Long ago We braved winds of sulfur Where the skies chimed death Arching and blossoming with flame Many lads stormed For the arms of their finest hour Meeting only, a hail of thundering misery Crackling, at the edge of fiery and murderous unison “Ready!” “Present!” “Fire!” These finals words greet legions of…
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Foes are like bundles of firewood Colored in crispy and charred perfection They huddle in the inferno Cast out by trembling hands Destined, to embark with the embers Weightless, and bound to nothingness Sickly We gorge on their crackling misery Feasting on the fumes of bygone suffering They shed a searing glow As they drown…
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I favor her with endless prideShelved in solitude, high above all thingsHow she sheds wondrouslyKept in ivory splendorRobed in mystery,As the silent lender of romance Tribulation haltsAs the fear in me shrivels and diesDomineering, within the cloudless heavens Only youPrevail over dormant evesStill goddess of faultless porcelain Only for youDo I meet with gracious ecstasyThe…
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Shredded banners of all stripes Loom over the quivering dark How torment kneels Buckles and fades As the hearts of many swell No longer, burdened by fear Anticipation Rattles this new earth Our home renewed, and proudly displayed With shock riddled tears That stream through the day As tranquility spawns From the eyes of those…
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We’ve grown too accustomed to the caring breeze That caters only, to its giving seeds When dissent rears And anguish emerges The winds scoot them along In swift, and silent purges As turmoil aligns At the helm of tomorrow In a wave of torches along the horizon The quiet ascend, Boastful and aware Bellowing of…
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We braced beneath thundering death Drawn from adversaries East and west At the cusp of daybreak Mayhem thrashed and reveled As the blood hungry swarmed And unraveled the bliss of home Huddled in fear The earth tremors elated With shelter toppled Constricting each dormant road There was no escape From this coil of peril Doused…
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They are But staggering wreckage Dwellers of the open world As kneeling subjects, To its sporadic cruelty We are But a shape-shifting spectacle Come to bloom for the eyes of our own Garbed in excess And slathered, in its bright, beaming mayhem They are But wandering misery Tried by winds of contempt And sheets of…
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Reveries have fallen quiet And what was panoramaHas staled and crumbled Yellowed by all the OthersAligned for one and one alone I stall in my shallow breathsFlop into my own safety Coiling, alone and ravaged by sicknessAs my ravenous thoughts Gorge upon my every festering nerve I was predestined To shutter among the rest As…
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