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in the shade of butterflies

A small minded pack of blind monsters shatter their mirrors - igniting hateful fires propaganda harlots donning rancid bellows conspiring to divide the good people into a petrified state of yellowing silence.. The fires root ever closer-burn hotter bellows pumping faster-ever louder the calloused stride of the good people hobbled diversity of mind- socially castrated the good people flee to the fleeting shade of a butterfly the prophets call faith. ...and within that dappled faith they wait doubling down on automatics and hollow tipped gods planting cement angels in razor wire gardens bracing for the tribulation-praying whole heartedly for the day after tomorrow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 5/29/2021 9:22:00 PM
Wow, Anthony. This is worthy of being publicized and published in professional newpapers and magazines! It is as biting a commentary on the West Coast as I've seen. Truth to power, for sure. Bravo. Fave time for me. Thanks, Gershon
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