Umbrella Facts

As I open up my chest of lies,
And conjure half-truths;
By necessity, adorning
My robe of consultation

And the tweeting begins again;
Degenerative identities;
Loosely swollen lips pursed.

And I calculate the rhythms of the stars,
Becoming isolated; and afraid,
As sunken ships begin
A slow ascension,

And the antichrist,
Risen up,

To swell his soul.

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