Elegantly Dressed Gargoils
the fueding curtain of sky shattering world's end falls.
in the donation plate i leave all well being and good intention.
with purpose of mistrust replaced by elegantly dressed gargoils.
these are the voices of my apprehension's.
a spitfire engine spit's out it's contents of one last brutal engagement.
as the past look's at me with dissapointed eye's and doubhting grimace.
here is a world sick to the stomach of it's own inventions.
find a cliff of white side's.fall off and be finished.
in the damp northern streets the poor share their salt with the earth.
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