grumble blindsthrough bloomdark
a blurt made of metal
lashing with winds washboard
warns the crimson morning
bigtime phantom flogfest
a flicker limb ember
our lit brougham at Lammas
lurches into search mode
"History uncoiled itself before him in a shudder. In its spasms he saw the myriads that have fought and died for dogmas that they did not understand, for invented principles of patriotism and religion, for leaders that they had never seen, for gods more helpless than themselves." —Mr Incoul's Misadventure
"The point was to make it obvious and undeniable how powerless they were."
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