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The FallenI choked moaning paper, the ivory and bone, dead trees that seemed to cry, “God help us”. And I looked to the time-stains, yellow clocked and opiate sunders, expecting an answer. The silence of mid October seemed only to reply, “no”.The Fallen
I smelled the way air and months and rust of death machines, of jagged paper felt, and I felt the way the air smelled as they bled black and fell to ash.
Ash I made of epitaphs for naked messiahs, bloodied Christs of weeping torsos, blasphemy of the walls and my trespass.
I saw in shadows the faces of all those I killed, but they weren’t angry. Inste
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