boiling blood spills through rends in the heart


age-old hatreds scream through

the dead ears of the victims of riot and disaster


each locked in his hubris

the will to live becomes someone else's


reason to die and after all the calamity

what left but piles of imaginary kings


and victorious vermin swarming over them?




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