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Farce of Doom

look at your dummy faces in
mocking shards of haunted mirror
brain-dead vampires stuffed
with blood-sucking dentures

 
fen-fire behind the drape of dark
grim lull amidst grisly terror
babydreams, alas, abruptly killed at the
funfair of stenchy past and spoiled presence


earsplitting noise of bane
knocks on unguarded doors 
in your disneyland panopticon


shall the Brave rise again?


hold your breath for the last roar

 
Published inpoem