Regress Poem by William B. Deutscher

Regress

Blood lust,
all around.
Conspiracy
theories
abound.
The long knife's
wayward
thrust.
Such is life,
fit for a king.
Terrifying.
Absurd.

Thursday, January 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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