I am the minute deception of days
I am the smoking gun
I am the was, will, and want
I am the acid flush of desire
I am the plaguing empire
I am vitriol; psychotic sludge
I am the snake's head flared
Blake's great red dragon rears a flame
So as to say to Saint-Just
and the divine right of Kings:
'We are the reign of terror,
sleep for the dead, and acrid
sweeps for all the weeks,
will flourish to the tomb.'
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