The landfill
stands to the horizon shaped in hills while an adult crippled dog moves hardly
through the valleys of trash. A background sounds of wailing dogs and others
who are panting are rising in a chaotic symphony; that is when he looked up to the sky. The
departing sun was wrapping the landfill with the twilight’s cape as a sign of
Set’s imminent arrival.
“They call
the rising sun”
The remaining light is hurrying up on the dirt
to catch the sun like a brainwashed supporter follows the hallo of his guru.
“And it's
been the ruin of many a poor boy”
A young pup
sets at the gate of what seems like a small cave of trash biting and playing
with a piece of bone.
“And God I
know, I’m one”
The adult
dog’s face reflects brutality signs of drooling and sharp teeth before its
total transformation into Set’s mold.
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