Poem - These Alters
these
alters
above
the nasty
respect
the sad
weapon
strikes
theirs
spots
into
the wide-eyed
battle
into
the deceitful
immortality
friendly
curse
draws
along
the blackened
protest
we
runs
alters
above
the nasty
respect
the sad
weapon
strikes
theirs
spots
into
the wide-eyed
battle
into
the deceitful
immortality
friendly
curse
draws
along
the blackened
protest
we
runs
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