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Dead Star Compass
"Dead Star Compass" When you’ve lost your entire world and there’s no return, you either fold your cards or join the Legion. we fought on the front lines. the Normals said we were on a suicide mission; not so, more like we joined to feel something, Human. even if it was through the fire of others' pain. those who thought they weren’t lost, had just lost their world, without warning - or so they thought, in the blinding pitch of those ignoble and damaged war torn dark night dire days. crying tears of blood for the loss of their abducted innocent children let's not forget, the petrified childhoods they’d lost themselves, without mercy, to the unjustified unjust. there was a place for displaced perspective. how shall I put it? there came to those, who were poetically disassociating, in that terrible time, the chronicles of those long strung out lost wasted days - a unique frame of reference some might say, an intuitive inner voice commanding ghosts, those surviving discards covered in visible and invisible bruises, a strange need to put on the armour of an oddly solitary, idiosyncratic, and quite unexpected - spiritual union? Inside what remained of the human heart, the magnetised poles like a compass spinning revolutionary, unexplained and fast - hypnotised us, the tainted discards, supernaturally North, towards that which was long considered a lost, dead star. (LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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