A Dream of the Creators

Seven sultry sirens slice the surface of the setting sun

Their screams silent in the solar sonnet softly screeching soulless sentiments

 

Swiftly swept sunwards on beams of blue shadow

 

Carelessly caressing their divine designs diligently dissecting dead demons

 

Devoid of emitting emotion emerging endlessly eroding eruption

 

Moving mountains of molten memories

 

Manipulating minds managing markets maliciously making us all

 

Adding artificial addictive additions

 

Actively animating alienation of the nations

 

Narrowly negatively nuking natives powering profit

 

Perpetually maintaining Roman rights and rituals

 

© Jack Nugent

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