Heat and terror in a crowd
As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind
Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society
People blend, mix, divide, erupt into eachother
Like storms upon storms
Thrashing, all of them
And I still take the time to contemplate
These meager efforts at a right handed existence
And I still chase my mind into hate
These eager left handed soldiers of resistance.
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