Could we be upon the Tower?
People scattered unaware
Peeled back, fighting in rows in
The long and lingering night.
Cities asleep
Monuments in jail
Earth is low, trembling
Healing in the release of winds, storms, hail.
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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