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Detonations
Thunderheads tumble
in from the north
the sky is
Dull lead dark
at its core a storm
waiting to be born
Thunder clouds like
that of different deities
arcane entities rose up
from ancient depths
to sit n reign from on high
to race across a darkening
desert down to a crystal sea
to release a hum from a winged
mechanical doom
the bomb falling in
a silent silver rooms
Detonates
Resonates
A new born star
As bright as divinities
I rise to face a malevolent God
And burn in its glory
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Poet Tellaferro
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