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Oct 2015
Cure for the long sick silent planet

Purge of two thirds

Rivers run red

Rise of the once meek disenfranchised masses

Apotheosis epoch of unchecked violence

A war to end all wars

Can't you hear the trumpets sounding

keeps me awake at night starring at my lance
Not yet, hold on, keep breathing, it's coming...
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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