Inferno,
exponential flame
tearing at the world until
all that’s left is it’s name
from the dust and gravel
arise the youth
on revolutionary wings of
marble
only for the glorious resurgence
to become fallen angels
engulfing the world
that they had wished
to save in
earnest
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
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