The Auguries of December

Abandoned midst the auguries of December as Winter wept
Inconsolable tears of ice and dirty broken mirror worlds of mockery
Vile evil blaring its' constant trumpet of crushing the disadvantaged
Masses to be held nose to wheel, face to ground, scrambling for crumbs
Promises of suspect motive like hymns of vain repetition shared
Messages insipid and vile a tepid temperature of evil fouled every mouth
With inverse praise of self and same as all for few and little left for all
What may survive such a scourge of soul as does not rest
Like an unholy fire of fatal appetite for beings lost in a whirling fray
this is that which was , that is and is to come
For the,
Abandoned midst the auguries of December as Winter wept



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Written on 2025-11-22 at 00:16

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