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The Final Hours of a Doomed Faithful Following
A silver tongue, a heavy cross,A promise whispered in the shade,He measured power by their loss,And built a cage of fan-made jade. From Indiana’s stifling heatTo jungle vines in Guyana’s gloom,He drew the faithful to his feet,And led them down the hall of doom. A congressman in blood laid low,Triggered the panic in his mind;“The… Read more
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The Habit of Turning Molehills into Mountains
The lens is cracked, the focus pulled too tight,Where mountains form from grains of shifting sand.A kingdom built on shadows in the light,Held by a clenched and shivering, narrow hand. It stalks the halls of triviality,To weigh a word, to measure out a slight,Transforming molehills into tragedyTo feed the hunger of a bruised appetite. A… Read more
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