Moons' Prism shattered
And birds choked from sky
Cage broken wings
Flesh set to stench
Bullets long rusting
Goblets bleached crust
Stitching needles buried
down in filth
Tear down the curtain
imbued with mold
Sip down the wine
though vinegar turned
Draw out fire
Blister the skin
Leave machines broken
til I cease to care
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