21 lines
21 Guns
that’s two lines—
This is Four;
Woe unto the whore
86 is a bitch;
Baneful glow;
Phoebus shows
Brutalist beauty:
Fuck-
Grotesque cunt,
Prey starts to hunt;
runt gets stuck
Glamour in the rut;
Another notch scratched on the belt
I was thinking of this whole AI apocalypse idea a bit more today and realised: this is nothing more than a broad blanket of Doomeristic thin...
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