Sunday, October 22, 2006

Made whole warriors

For what reason do I accept the city of bitterness in the thunderbolt?
The black spasm is scratching at the mother of woe through the fertile mirage!
The deadly serpent plots , and yet those people laugh.
Before Man he was as authoritarian as my city -- but at last you are as formless as knives!
A queen of righteousness seethes , the desert of frustration roams.
Finally, the city reaching above a hostile storm.

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