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The empire never ended. The empire never got started. The empire falls ten times a day.
Vapid eyes sun themselves to death, crisping with sizzle! and crack! until the last one falls gray. Burn the motherfucker down, they say. It smells like wood smoke and iron, a fever descript, an affectation of pretense and the day's end.
Whole thing was a hum of nightmare. The ugly stumbling of those stitched together from wax, reveling in death's ugly glow.
...back into a statue's panorama of frozen time.
Pulsing strings of light coming through the roof like prison bars, shivering with chime.
The smokestacks upwards like organ pipes spewing cacophony into the dusk.
Vapid eyes sun themselves to death, crisping with sizzle! and crack! until the last one falls gray. Burn the motherfucker down, they say. It smells like wood smoke and iron, a fever descript, an affectation of pretense and the day's end.
Whole thing was a hum of nightmare. The ugly stumbling of those stitched together from wax, reveling in death's ugly glow.
...back into a statue's panorama of frozen time.
Pulsing strings of light coming through the roof like prison bars, shivering with chime.
The smokestacks upwards like organ pipes spewing cacophony into the dusk.
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