Eighty-Five

Standing on a white promontory,
these weary eyes have seen many horrors,
Red and Blurple were systemically scourg'd
and purg'd to the verge of extinction by
the yellow atheist contingent,
they came from the Pacific and roll'd through
like their Mongol cousins did millennia ago,
and all that remain from this nuclear,
biological and chemical conflict are the
number of syllables in this work.

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. brilliant ! ...
. those last three lines are particularly spectacular !

[realmwriter]

Sad! ?????