Bubbling brook beneath the eye
Air pressure rises
Cyclone impending

Cleave it out
Hurl it into the Arctic Sea
Let the frost have its way

God of decimation
Rupture under the barbarous conditions
I am no alien to the charade

Well Trump massacred the climate
Let the oblation expire
The instincts pound away underground

Disconnect into the fray
Every way is grey anyway
Powder your nose in that cock and bull that shrieks your name
The ditch will never be privy.

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