Civil War

time travels fast when i need her more
and she, the infinite sadist

moves slow when i need the pain to go
the shapes of the universe linger
slightly to the west affording neither light  -nor shade-
the children offspring bastards
of antiquity cradled in a grave
and clouds of hated Gods are formed to see who can wave
their cloth the highest

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