Dualitys' black plummage oozes,
Confusing a September's sunshine grey.
The whiteness of feathers, rains down
As melancholy steel beams, weep.
Sirens of mayhem wail, and rush in anguish
This barren, charcoal moor bombards the sidewalk
Choking windows gasp, lives closed like the end to a book.
Knots of steel, emerging from the ruinous decay
No gold, among that gloomy silence
Slivers of conspiracy settle into this cavernous familiarity
Zero heroes, alive in death's bosom.
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