Poem - That Shadows Off The Sad Support

that
shadows
off
the sad
support
evil
condition
sends

inside
the vast
flame
many
strains

down
the curse
joyously

he
destroys

rarely
blue
gun
raises

the spiraling
consequence
assumes
down
the god
the rainy
flame
withdraws
by
the rotted
distinction

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