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half-clad 
cult of violence 
boiling their 
soulmates 

roasting 
the foes 

one by one 
killed 
by a ligature 
they were building the dams 
to harvest the power 
from tears 

fear 
climbs on your shoulders 
unburns hydrocarbons 
a train moves through the black cloud 
night 

lies naked