Columbianarchy

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I’m willful
moaning, lonely
more
than just a body
in the store
But
Jerusalem was never more
the center pole has lost its core
A dragon spews unrighteous fire
A nation shocked
A weeping choir of angels
strumming aging lyres
The leaderless!
A fatuous land…
How can we go?!
I’ve seen the broken lanes of God inside by head!
I know the high must sigh and fall
The maiden on the bridge must drop
And yes, old dead Persephone
will rise
again

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