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Crimson Flaming Orb
As those inflicted by greed and corruption become Angels of death stalking the land with crimson flaming eyes they search for those chosen to die and fill their stomachs with satisfaction to quench their thirst and hunger The arguments are many from the lips of those so inflicted they laugh out loud at those who crawl and wither on their bellies swollen from hunger beneath poluted skies of warm air These lies are plucked like fruit from a dying tree of reason, succulent portions to be eaten through the ages like sacrifical lambs carted down the road of insanity to the hidden altar of greed and corruption It's where men gather their armies complete with marching bands as they bow before the annotated false God with eyes of exhalation these inflicted souls, these open sores lay torn on Nature's flesh pounding their blood soaked fists upon their chest sreaming "I am here" wrapping their well fed bodies in the cloaks of Priests praying on Sunday, devoid of morality the rest of the week sitting in judgment, demanding money for the chosen few Blood drips from their callosed and cold hands from the digging of graves that lay in the graveyard of expectations from a promised ring Those they leave unburied lay on the side of the road their trampled flesh left to be devoured by vultures and rats to be seen as a warning to mere mortals who stumble towards the horizon of hope dirty and naked, trying to fulfill a dream while escaping the nightmare of madness from those whose eyes have turned a crimson flaming orb 8/8/20 contest Infiction
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