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 orce
let it come, skyscrapers scrape rents of the final Apocalypse
in the sky, dream rivers splashing color across solid roads and buildings,
AMOK
art vitality stirring passions of metal blur by writhing in mineral lusts.
Walls of glass melt
OFF THE TRACK OFF
a billion crazed eyes, the sidewalks run feet and tires, chimneys ejaculate
blue tunnels break out graffiti village pulled across the sky in flaming
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