Afterword

Will you tell me, Father, what the sky looked like when the Angels fell? When one of power sowed the great discord. The First Lie. Kin against kin. Weapons in Elysium. Did the black flock Blot the Sun And foul the Earth? And did She banish them Forever to the Nether?

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On Twitter today, this poem..

Long agoin pangaea dream,a poem crawled out of the sea..Words became megalithic bones..Rhyme, a mesozoic life..Primitive beauty bravedfire’s strife..Verse was buried for an ageafore skeletal heartsunearthed..So long silencedour ancient ballad..Now, we grace the earth. — ℓα∂у кяιѕтιηα (@WickedParamour) August 22, 2019

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Ideations

She called me. We went rushing in two cars. His promise was empty, though. Passed out, half on the floor, half on the couch. She smacked him in the face, gently. Put a cold cloth on his forehead, and he sputtered awake. We searched the house, emptied all of the bottles. Haha, he said. I […]

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