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Where gods go to die

We went to where gods go to die

To witness their swollen egos burst,

Leaving nothing but black hearts festering in the sun

Next to frail men.

We buried them and their tendrils under our Red Square,

With each footstep a reminder to their bones that we were disciples no more.

 

◄ Erosion

finders, keepers ►

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 9th Jan 2022 22:01

A Succinct & intriguing piece 👍

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