phosphor and fire like wings engulf
optimism's throne
phosphorous fires break out
bleak death, darkness !
the ignivomous hydra attacks
the very reasons of humanity
it exhales the breath of life
from at least seven throats
(i could not dare count them !)
and now the Eucharist of genocide
has been delivered
to all whoreborn children of Gomorrah
glorious, buoyant future
or the dark doom of apocalypse―
i want to speak to whomever could tell !
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