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The royal crown is broken amidst midnight bloom,

within the language of stars

they deny our light to embrace their gloom

Thirsting throats now throttle

as they sip the spurious as fact

Toasting their own turmoil

while turning contra towards the pact

The chambers of the underground ripple

with the echoes of the weak,

herded like cattle

by the scenes in which they blindly seek

These grainial oceans... they glitter not of gold

for these arid flats

entomb fragmented bones & horrors of old

Fallacies unwinding the ambitions of forgotten dreams

associations burden culturally cracking at the seams

These illusions flourish like dead flowers in the wind

let it be the pride of devils

that we may find ourselves in