White phosphorus burning through the night Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight Drone fly like metal kite Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right
“O censer of the thought that golden gloweth, Be bright before her when the evening falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”
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