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The flower vase said it loves her
And it waits for her at Denny's

Machines of ever loving grace
Butcher the beasts of ever gentle rage
To open a deli of carnage
In a grocery of emotional compulsion
A produce section of attention
The courtesies of dopamine peddlers
In the void of reflections
The consumerism of righteousness
And the altruistic civility of
Safety, dignity, and inclusion
I have seen the flames on the horizon
My whole life approaching
In the skyline trees a wall of smoke
A burning glow of unfavorable charms

I emerged from last shadow’s gate,
Not the brightened path to forego.
Sworn to darkness none may navigate,
Given sight of what no one knows,
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