"Nocturne Mori"
By: Trevor de Sade




Maggots twitching under layers
Upon layers
Upon layers
Of dead skin

Silent revolts under years
Upon years
Upon years
Of oppresion

Flies consuming corpse
Upon corpse
Upon corpse
Of the fallen

Revolutionaries emptying chamber
Upon chamber
Upon chamber
Of super-sonic death

We
Not unlike maggots
Seem to need corpses to survive

We
Not unlike flies
Seem to swarm with visceral intent

We
Not unlike bullets
Seem to scream into or short, pointless oblivions

We
Not unlike humans
Remember the dead of night

yer sa purdy.....


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