It tipped itself on me
Cream the color of that
fluorescent
paper thin sphere in the sky
It flickered like
those flames that touch
a colored wick
It smelled like cruelty
wickedness
The burning embers of Hades
was so fine
It sparkled in the air
like an independence day
Our sovereignty
We float
into that sea of obsidian waves
Until we drown
Éloa 
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