Beasts

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Beasts rise with the time
Tick to the point of no movement
Big and broad Swallowing history
At the expense of the world's memory
A kiss for the dead and
Pity for the Remainder
A meager atonement for the dismantled souls
Especially with a hand still wrapped around our necks as it is recited





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