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Burning eyes,

broken back,

heavy head,

sunken heart.

It glitters still,

your soul,

with glee, 

awaiting the show.

Blaring voices,

marinated in sorrow,

crackle over the radio-

It’s time now

ladies and gents,

for the spectacle,

we promised you.

So hold your breath,

and get ready,

for the greatest pyrotechnics show,

in the history and future,

brought to you,

by god himself.

Burning bodies,

broken religions,

heavy sighs,

sunken souls.

It glitters still,

the soul,

with glee,

awaiting popcorn.

T

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