Written by m ennenbach

sinshine

the sun spit venom
down upon the land
in raylashes
of angry defilement

vehemently stricken
not by ozone depletion
but recompense for sins
as yet unbegotten

raze the land
of unfettered dead souls
chained to the furrows
of languished denial

sinshine falling
like daggers of malice
from the unblinking orb
in the cerulean sky

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