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The hooves graced the stage And we artlessly digress Like a bed of scorpions Beneath turned stones Unhinged and entranced By the dance of flesh and bones. Stings tremble with anticipation Cowardly poised to poison   Perfecting pretense for defense All scrambling for impunity Among misbegotten virtues And self-serving fidelities. The vassals to a bloodborne crown Trade nations for silken sheets Hoping that the toast of upheaval Could fill the hungry beast But the glass refills another round For a charade of witless relief.
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Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
The Elephant In The Room (Part 2)
The hooves graced the stage And we artlessly digress Like a bed of scorpions Beneath turned stones Unhinged and entranced By the dance of flesh and bones. Stings tremble with anticipation Cowardly poised to poison   Perfecting pretense for defense All scrambling for impunity Among misbegotten virtues And self-serving fidelities. The vassals to a bloodborne crown Trade nations for silken sheets Hoping that the toast of upheaval Could fill the hungry beast But the glass refills another round For a charade of witless relief.
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29/M/Russian
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
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