soothe the beast.

impure thoughts:

breeding bastard idealisms

and purging them to the ears

of shepherds. to the masses

it is all but webs spun so fine.

oh so delicate; intricately made.

it traces around their necks

as they struggle against

the threads of deception.

to be stilled, absent of breath

for just a moment.

and then the earth shook.

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