incandescent pleasantries, and gabardine melodies are painted across a nighttime sky.*

The heavens whisper to my ear "I need more children. I eat their fear. So FEED ME!"
The voices wont stop, and I don't know why.
Telephone wires yell at me,
Streetlights buzz with hostility,
and the gods:
they keep telling me to ****.

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