Atlantic Beach

In desperate times,
We fall apart as God descends,
Craving the eloquence of Satan,
And the intelligence
To deny the throne.

Partaking with the whore,
As consumption leads
To the migration and consummation
Of particulate storms surging
Through the breast.

In my monogamous
Transceivers,
I place my trust;

Well the whole world spins out of control.

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