gonna descend on the denizens
of this world,
think they’re wise
with their minds
caught up in city hives
skating on the rules
like they made the ice
but
this rink is an illusion
this freeze
is melting to our heat
and our breeze,
I know their hearts
feeding fame arts
believe themselves
brilliant still
lightning chill
sound instill
terror on the witches of this wisdom’s widow whippoor willow wind
murder
sky wrote
and I devoured.
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