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Date Added: June 27, 2018 21:06:31 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Raging Spring
will take care of the morgue. 
I am going to hang my god 
today. Howling winds 
are crashing into my breath. 

In the sea 
of flags, the white death walks on 
naked bodies of faith. Innocence 
will take a back seat 
listening to the roaring assault 
of blues. 

Was it a hymn to drink 
the religion of rage? 
The men sitting in the glass vases 
worshiping the rising sun in awe 
with folded hands.
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