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I appeared suddenly flock of basement
Soldiers with ax and mud on shirtless
What just want to attack
False, countries, blood draws
Pull-n devils, loose tunics and wide with flames irises
Out of the pit, crack trees and kill young men in stubble
Mimic flames in mind put in mazes
Starlings of saints in killing myths??
With hair and bolts, eye carved with beaks of crows
Shards, carrion, flowers stubs
Only the immortal widow see scythe
What leaves lifeless bone marrow
For a while I thought cloudy blow when
Army withdraws-n fog, going underground
After slowly pulling itself fixed
Mc-you do not know the pen
And I drown n STYX