Old Latin

Beyond these things the light retreats
Stealing artificical fires from idols hollow and false
Lost tribes congeal in ghost gunshots and lost drumbeats
Exploding on the street where incoherent shrieks moan like souls lost in time
Beyond these things is there more to know
True Knowledge that does not corrupt minds stolen by empty promise and noise
Like now a numbing chaos scream around the clock
Ticking off numbers like breaths of smoke exhaling
Like mortal lives and atomic scaling
In ghost gunshots and lost drumbeats
Beyond these things the light retreats




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Written on 2026-01-20 at 02:12

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