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An Unfulfilled DesireA shine in an abyss
A feeling of something amiss
The sound of a shattering nothing filling the room
Stains that cannot be cleaned by a broom
Such a mess
And no stress
With no more burden to bear
For me such a relief
For them such a grief
I need more
To not become a bore
Metal falling on the floor
Another puddle coming from the door
An aroma across air
Nothing here is fair
For my decisions are like God's will,
But don't worry
You won't have anything to feel
For near is the ending of your story
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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