🔒 The Last Night of the World

Unfinished dares avoiding rules override Avernus. Were you wrong about everything to say anything? Plausible laws insufficient to our lives are blowback For the myth of liberty. Depeopled palace trumpets Silent where they were once wild for slaughter calls. Sons and daughters commandeer our mercy for grief Discerning: Who would harm a stranger harms me. Outstare the world’s visionary company parched so Thin on desire and conscience for things as things are And not as they appear, which appears contradictive To one who saw dynasties of patience vanish whole: The golden apple of discord is rotten at the core. Silence captures how our deep shadow work in sin Poises eternity for love to comfort us — or anyone.

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