excise the offending cliché
the wailing face of dawn
carve your indifference into art
and balance your new
born of ashes and dust-bowl sentimentalities
cast forth your hand dear arch-angel
blessed with eternal fire, cursed to
righteousness in a world of none,
we more than your why with
our when fly in the face of
seething flame with our
honoured indifference.
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