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Falsity (A World In Which One Can Conspire To Murder Oneself)
Falsity,
Jezebel of toads,
crying rivers
of neglected internet youth,
decrying ambiguity,
eschewed of responses,
tirades,
until the black dawn
of disconnectedness
fills every lie
with a bright
shined-up
sparkle-ey truth.
Did you evict
them in Sodom,
before the ashes
eviscerated them in life,
fetal, fertile, foibles,
fee fi fo fum.
A cancer on lies,
the blind dogs of
desperate mindtheft:
so many have
been cut, bleeding
from their feet.
Run the river,
shooting along starry
causeway calamity,
affordable, postage-
pre-paid, Disney-like,
one size-fits-all halos,
a gavel in every man's
hand, shifting all blame,
meandering to the end.
