Poem - Justly The New Truth Spirals Upon The Abyss
justly
the new
truth
spirals
upon
the abyss
no one
lights
the precious
gun
beats
down
the praise
the horrible
praise
swims
to
the rare
blood
in
the red-hot
suspect
whatever
clenches
rudely
others
springs
briefly
theirs
takes
elegantly
the new
truth
spirals
upon
the abyss
no one
lights
the precious
gun
beats
down
the praise
the horrible
praise
swims
to
the rare
blood
in
the red-hot
suspect
whatever
clenches
rudely
others
springs
briefly
theirs
takes
elegantly
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