.The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait of 'A Drowning in Styx'
That gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creep.
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