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The blood of beasts are spilled this day,

At least I wish it were,

They’re coming armed with ignorance,

And hatred has it’s spurs.

The riders well they’re faceless,

Cowardice runs deep,

This powder keg was set in motion long ago,

Fear begins to creep.

Now we find ourselves at a precipice,

An awful timed crescendo,

I only hope we sidestep madness,

I hope they fuckin know.

You can’t parade with tantrum flails,

It’s ugly and inane,

I guess that’s where we’re heading though,

This darkness is insane.

Michael Dwyer 1/6/2021

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