The Swarm

The Swarm

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Scavengers peeling, collecting the wretched edge
watch the decay and the decline
Black fields endless
I stand within the swarm

They are not a sign of our doom to come,
They are our demise
Cacophonous becoming
Our seals of understanding
Shattered

Crumbling visage
Paradigm shift
Visceral deletion
You’re fucked.

The Swarm

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