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Coup D'etat
Fashioned in enameled vacancy,
the gentry's veil was pierced
Exposed unclean, all vices seen,
through fury sharp and fierce
The folly of their blasphemy,
whose cover all but blown
With blood to flow from ramparts high
-once driven from the throne
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
the gentry's veil was pierced
Exposed unclean, all vices seen,
through fury sharp and fierce
The folly of their blasphemy,
whose cover all but blown
With blood to flow from ramparts high
-once driven from the throne
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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Coup D`etat
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