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The word lost power, but the power lost not the word.
From weary mouths rests in diction
In the age of apocalyptic, wonderful miracles.
The Grand Idiot will be fed by Earth
And the meek will be buried under it.
Miracles prevail over Courteous Miracles
From the cliff of eyes
Into the imaginary house
Under the dead tongue
Acrimony wants to plot.