Beware the Ides of March
The virtues, sacrificed
By muscling vices,
Lay dying
Across the dusty crusts of Earth.
The sky, once admirably azure,
Now bleeds dark streams of gray
Above the sight of flying vultures
Flapping, circling in wait.
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