An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Mirrored hearts, yours to mine.
I am the gamemaster, 5th Ave
gilded chains exchanged for laughter.
Midnight in the Garden classically
painted
Digital Chapters.
A Central Park Rager; we rearrange the rapture.
A flame coruscating from a kid with no smile's brain
ignites the silent disco massacre.
I am the gamemaster, June 21(2)
the heliacal rising
Game theories and deep dreams
of the apostasy at the Tabernacle blinding.
Mirrored Hearts aligning. Souls read to our skeletons, ut pacem para bellum.
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