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The Aesthetics of Apocalypse

And this night
The earth spoke to me
Of love and madness
Flames and music
While whips cracked
Sky so red and
Filled with smoke
All panic below
People of colours
And ruins like coal
The yells the sounds
The beauty of terror
So noble from above
The high point
Sees the shadows
And the gaseous ghosts
Liberated flying
We sinners remain
Written by Spanker
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