2/7/2021
Enraged child pacing the halls of a ghost infested house;
her anger seeping through the foundations of this frustratingly lethargic town,
her spirit stretches her skin as it tries to escape -for it has been imprisoned for too long in this fleshy cage;
let it out furious child, let it awaken the hypersomnics whose minds are smothered by oblivion, the parasites of inertia's dominion ruling kings of this forsaken land,
let your rage, let your fury, let your anger wash away the idleness of today, let your wildfires embrace these acres of dead strands.
Maybe then their spirits will awaken, driven by fear, unapologetic madness activating masses.
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