Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson

Why Your Cities Burn

“Because the heavy fist of terror was always there in your pocket even when you smiled. Because you went forth to battle beneath the shameful flag of compromise and played The Battle Hymn of the Republic but never John Brown’s Body.”

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Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson

Janus

“I’ve lived this life between. Not one, but two. My feet have walked in dream and stepped in blood. I’ve flown so far I know the music of a distant star, and I have slept in mud.”

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The New Sun

For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson

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Wage-Slave in the Wasteland

The fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.

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