The Weft
A Collection of Verses, by Dave McClure
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New Regime
We are the resurrection of the dead
forgotten ways. We cultivate despair
in veiled anathema of womankind.
We are the ancient writings reassessed
by gunlight in the aftermath of war.
Ours is the only truth you need to know.
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