Hanging in the air 2
By Parson Thru
Sat, 11 Jul 2020
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The crowds are in the streets
Beating themselves bloody
Coffins are passed over heads
The shrieking is bursting my ears
Freedom has torn the sky
Leaving its boiling towers
Flesh dries where it fell
Amid piles of Palaeolithic stones
Spirit emits its tensile scream
The sun has been overcome
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