The lifting fortress floats
on a mountain,
Looking down on the victims
below,
On ensnarement of
dumbfounded viewers it chuckles,
Loving the river as it
grows,
The liberty of all is its
gift to the masses,
Hollow boons grant
themselves without substance,
Stark guises hide under fat
faces,
Their slit throats pumping
into their hands.
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