At the terrorsphere,
mutant republicans
Glow cannibal for one another at the steps of the skullcult.
Irredeemably lunar.
Wasted. Gone.
The swamp idol longs for ground.
Demonology Americana.
Ghost shards from a desolate history
Disappear and re appear.
Meanwhile, my animal eyes shift worlds.
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