The Gods Have Lost Faith In Us


Jolly and in reverent bliss, a fixture on the mess you’ve found yourself soaking in contently. Longing inside a guttural thick masterpiece. Clippings of paper, rattling in your ear. An irritant to the united front, like shrapnel on the shoreline of battle. The eyes filled with raging intensity, throwing fits into the bleak forum eagerly awaiting retort. Extracting life force, a wastefully broadened and relic of nature bleeds from the past.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger


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