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Today I Traveled
Today I traveled via a ghost train past the pantheons of dead gods burnt realms of yesterday I see the ramparts of the empire. The kingdom of the dead the world of heaven the laws of man, the ideology of a martyred king of kings a god wrapped in dying flesh. Like all intellectual apes crucified by man-made AI, delusional mobs shrill screams, shopping marts, dead malls, and electron guns. I travel the dead lands of some mad American Empire of empty heads mechanical hearts, I see the waste of humanity stretching out to the horizon. As dark clouds drift, as the train rambles by on bones of things unseen better left unknown, skeletal remains hanging behind these sewn-shut eyes. Of forgotten philosophies, and lives live out in the passing flames of a distant dying day drifting out behind me, Today I traveled the ghost plains during November reigns feeling the ice of ghost trains, souls in worn seats of yesterday. Wrought iron intricate weave, n carved wood form a petrified forest of the damned, demented, & doomed, today I traveled via a Ghost Train. Pass the pantheon of dead gods n burnt realms of yesterdays, I see the ramparts of some mad American Empire.
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