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Aug 2011
In a sphere of infinite narcissism

Wicked homosapiens tread the horizon

Daunting threats of turbulent tragedy

Dawn upon the hopeless, roaming souls

Sheathing them with treacherous shadows

Of atrociously, covert crucifixion

The elite coquettes hearken

The tumultous sound

Emanating from multiple, acrid massacres

Tainting these notably wounded hearts

Within a satanic plethora

Of acrimonious equivocation

By nightfall a harrowing suicide

By daybreak a dreary mourning

Catastrophe is all that occupies

This infamous wasteland of avarice

By Glenn McCrary

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Glenn McCrary
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Glenn McCrary
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