Gibbous, Glow
Hell, thy ancient fury red.
Blue the bloody bright.
Death and Doom, holy is dread.
Deprived: foe of sight.
Eyes unneeded, pop in skull!
Lips fall from the face!
Clean death, are you due a trull?
Heaven, where is grace?
Immortal insectile file.
Two by two in ranks.
Well, think on this one a while:
When to call the tanks?
Singularity, thy grin.
Full, O rubbish bin?
Hope, thy budget's looking thin!
Pin to help us win!
Anyway, thy question.
O voices of the past:
Stay at post? Suggestion:
Just hang them all, O mast.
Who listens to counsel sage?
Asked: levels of rage?
Rusty are the bars, my cage?
Victims of the age!
Golden, glorious, gibbous.
Night, thy fading glow.
Bright the bane, bore, blunderbuss?
Shows what fools all know!
Call them in most anytime!
Greatest war, break out.
Countenancing, O cold crime?
Death is but a shout!
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