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This belongs to me, Raile Darin.


Grey underground dreaming of radiant nothing
Stark flag of indifference that distance provides
The vast steaming wasteland stoops to burn a dark incense
A thick fog of slaughter rings kaleidoscope eyes

Broad streaming shadow of a warped aberration
Rusted opium singing in a luminous hand
Words failing as scales from the wings of a death-moth
Drifting pale to the silence of mirror-black sands

Clock-tower blue on the contortionist caverns
A dishonest statue of misogynist rhyme
Crippled trees curl against a gelatinous ocean
And the horizon drips with obsequious crime