Thanatos Apocalypse Hexer Teeth

The passing of the body,
from one boat to the next.

This place where the planes been
downed
by war.

The architecture of white men,
the place,
all places,
the cremate servants of the beast.

Leaders of corporations.
Scaffolds of skulls.
Blitzkrieg and beat fast.

The passing of the body,
from one boat to the next.

O poem of the tropics.

The land. The lands!

Submerged on lost planets,
so far across stars.

We’re lost, our ancestors.

Subjugation to death.

Unformed and worshiping of it.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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