|Organization:||Fraternity of Avian Deists|
there would be no saviour
they knew that
through town soon after, and
wind came whistling
what evil its presence signified.
the far-off structure, wondering
in fear at
its crops. the townspeople stared
come to sickle
like an angel of death
the edifice appeared,
inspired by someone else's unreadable prose, which I thought
for a moment might have been written this way...
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