Across the war torn atrophy,
A decomposing cracked corpse,
Shakes and splits in the sovereignty,
Of the rounded Earth which warps.
Annihilated by the angst of grouped race:
A false duplicitous spell,
Cast by the convention of crooked space,
Filled by the blackest of magic from hell.
Governance is but a season of treason,
To portent an enemy’s existence,
Denying the bond of unblind reason,
In...
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