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Apr 2020
All sitting on the winds wings
  in the season of darkness.

The sky in charcoal voices
as the earth quakes in quivers of
tremor
in a ****** arcade of hell, all
wearing a black mask!

Carnivorous virus tearing flesh
    for flesh in
         defiance of gravity of
      humanity, leaving the living
     dead at awakening of the gory
         dawn!

A century of dead flu suddenly
awoke  from bizarre grave, burying million lives and their freedom
in tomb of emptiness
  and fiery fear!

Armageddon?
Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
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