Only two digits in the number of the beast,
the former, wrought in mental frameworks
since the litter broke,
the latter, opaque and all-containing.
Two digits in geological sequence
compress hearts to metronomes,
as Munck foretold, trains derail
like dominoes, the silence of creation.
These sins are futile,
milk spills forth to quell the storm.
Heartwood yearns for blood and iron,
to redeem in sole reflection.
Burn, burn, before it's too late.
[last line taken from the lyrics to Anorexia Nervosa's "Drudenhaus Anthem" by RMS Hreidmarr]
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