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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