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All Gone

All one glory.

ominous contextual, meanings

humongous without thought to consequence…

sulfurous smell, sour, double entendre

homogenous council

genius plan, or so we thought

genuine execution, or so it seemed

feminine taste in styling, perfect

female operatives

male operatives

stale-mate… disaster retruning

pale faced bodies lie strewn

plate on plate on plate of shields return, with bodies

flat faces

flake, crack, and cry

fan the widows, fan the orphans, wipe their tears

plan for the future, if you dare again

dan-ce for the youth and show them hope

man-to-man we deserve it… or do we?

mention history

prevention is operative at this point

invention, 1984,

convention, Meadows

convent, Corrine

Death ends for us all with a path… or without.

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