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All week I watched them
Grotesque faces in the glare
Of stark red mayhem
Some false ablution
Not enough to cleanse us all
Self fails us again
Twitching on spikes
Smoked eyes dim blurring the cross
What purifies night?
What makes us like stars
When supernovas explode?
This fire's not enough.
All week hell stutters
Across white pages of pride
Mayhem stalks our dream.
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