Multi-Weaved Cloak Poem by Stuart Logan

Multi-Weaved Cloak

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Similes of magnitudes unknown,
And metaphors of unannounced imagination,
Both hide the truth,
Like a night sky hiding the sun.
Congregation of a sinner's pulpit,
Synagogue of evil and bloodlust.
Cries of the night,
Boundless within the mountain scream,
Stars fall soundlessly,
With an aura of the sacriligious benevolence.

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