pressed praying against an unfurling inferno
deathly aghast as the botched & debauched
grind grain on groin,
sullying souls for sustenance
only screams pervade this scarlet age-
"be worrier nor warrior
starlit sire nor seer
furrow futures fullsome
with wanton wiles, while
crueltors crave cries of sons
dying desolate & wild"
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