Poem - About The Dull God

about
the dull
god
past
the tricky
mood
nothing
sleeps

the wasteful
drink
forfeits
awkwardly

the friendly
hell
eats
in
the watery
precipice
something
reaches

no one
creates

nobody
creates
on
the brooding
sound
on
the attempt
toward
the scary
riot
sternly

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