We bite bitter bitumen
Muted blood of the cursed century
Stony satires of brash silence
Bruised stones of irony scourged
In poisoned oceans of acrid brine
In bastions stormy, in boredoms insolent
Brilliantly splintered fractures, we hide
Craving stars, cratering time
We brazen spiny blasphemers
We prophets of crafty doom
Anchored in zoonotic wiles
Wearing recombinant smiles.
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