Contours of the Apocalypse

Fragmentation grenade,
The serialized numbers
And hyphenated scores
As angels retreat beneath

Into their bunkers.

And the SoundCloud
The beating rhythms of hypocrisy,
Wherein my ears bleed effortlessly.

The taxonomy of dirges
As we march into
Peals of thunder;
And a groaning chorus
Because we’re strapped for cash;

Enlightenment comes from simplicity,
Echoes of a moment’s perseverance
When the dial is turned down,
And all of our hypocrisies
Have come to light.

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