Thursday ?PM
Slowly merging
Echoes churning
People staring
It begins to move
Taking over
Softly gurgle
Wreaking havoc
It is here to bind
Prophets chanting
Angels singing
Blinded servants
They follow the man
Wailing liars
Foolish strangers
Greeting traitors
Death by it’s own hand
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