Sever System - Poem by Joe Elmenhorst
Under cover letter, indicated of something vile, something stinking rotting in the soil. She'll call the keeper at sunset, complaining about the frustration and the vagrancy of commercial and corporate laws. The machine demanded the infantry to become numb severing nerves of system. only fueled by Extreme savage behavior. staring into black in the back of those dilated gray eyes screaming 'we come for the serum.' blamed. maimed. they'll write letters of importance, notes about their yellow visions and infection decisions, of this lonely, helpless, Loveless mission. Will this thick blanket of despair vanish with the lifeless, fleshless guest...
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