My eye launched broken window to fractured shelter. An intruder, a frowning turret invade my perspective.
A sign of which my mind cannot journey along. Unfamiliar shapes pollute my chamber.
My pointed shoes or leather, my only chariot. My legs reigns for a driver not without the crumbled bottle.
Spasms of red, seizures of yellow. Normality towering in a shared blackened yonder. Inhabited by
an outcry of jet fuel, drop such alarm over a sluggish kingdom
Yet patriotic tear in an eye, the flag pumped in our hearts, and the poison of our thoughts
The sticking cogs of a tarnished empire
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sometimes you just have to let the words fly!
beautiful.
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