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The corpse of Caesar is hurtled

off Mount Sinai’s edge,

into the starving hands

of fucking pariahs;

gnawing through golden, silk robe

woven by your pawns.

Babylon will burn tonight

Doused with head-refreshing, precious oil

Et tu?

Manicured nails rip throne cushion

like a cat in a coward’s reluctance,

strikes the final hour.

Come sit before Anubis.

Delorian Gray unveils his masterpiece

Screaming souls bound within a marble bust

Temples cleansed and bleached

Heavens boil. Messiahs called out

Et mihi.

Empty churches/capitols:

the fecal decomposite of hair and bones,

of mankind’s feeble attempt

to stop the sun from setting.

sic semper

tyrannus.