#78) Phantasmagoria

Useless words, meaningless phrases, spill from the mouth of a dying cherub

An angel with concrete wings steps through the ruins of a dream desecrated

The entrails of innocence lie withered in the dust

The ribcage of reality is all that remains

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Poison drips slowly from thickening clouds, corroding truth’s foundation

Acidic questions gather on the tip of silver tongues and melt away, as answers hide in the shadow of lies

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Apples roll through pits of snakes, coiling, hissing seductive notes

A single bite begins the cycle as mad Alice chops off the rabbit’s foot

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Chaos orchestrates the final scene, ushering in destruction’s coach

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London’s bridge goes up in flames, as my fair Lady becomes a whore

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Ashes, Ashes, falling dust

Whirlpools of despair

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Pandora’s Box is locked away; and with it, all hope for brighter days

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