.From the left shoulder of a nation; from skies lacking the mechanisms of
Death; from the burdened bellies of wrought iron angels we come, we drop.
Were bombs
And were inhordes of us, scraping over the walls
There is no darkness so deep that we cannot paint it present.
There is no.
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