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New Kings

And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing : the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of waiting children while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops. The fat men and women were melting down to define the master and slave in the dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged body of truth anoints itself with blood. SATISH VERMA

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