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A Poem

By Atomic HistorianPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

Falling up to the sky

Kiss the moon

The swallow’s swoon

The clouds cry on the plain

Rotting corpses rule the day

Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly

Fractured and torn from reality

Riding on blistered souls

Licking wounds while inflicting pain on others

In a futile effort to heal

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