A Land of Opportunity


Don’t mind him
He’s just a burden of the people
A hellhound bent on removing a pound of flesh
Alongside each transgression

Purgings are like spring flowers
Lovely but they haven’t reached full bloom
Those people once used by the all-seeing hand
Know not what is being done to them

But it hardly matters
As civil servants
Let their feet hit majestic roads
Emptying various bodies
Leaving them husks

Though, if you think about it
Husks can be revitalized for nearly any purpose
You can fear the efficiency of tarnished trumpets
They were used for one thing
Now for the other
Reflecting the sun even more brightly
Making majestic roads sing with confusion
Taking voices and amplifying them so that ears bleed
And causing brains to wonder about why ears are bleeding

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