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The Dark-Riders Come Swift, Without Honor...

A Poem by C.R. Rathkamp

What shall be made of the dead as their hearts rise from the formidable earth?

A Useless Confession

A Poem by Nyu

Doing something out of duty.Doing disconnected from its doerLike honey that sits in a jar,Thick with expectation,Sweet with lies.Its vomited from natu..