Woven with paths of living threads
from which beginnings and endings flow
hopes in baskets of superfluous dreads
gathering to build what mayhem can know
Satanic sleeves with monogrammed boundaries
stich drops of time through exquisite feeds
disappearing yarns freeze iron foundries
tapestry vanished beside history’s right deeds
Killing the enterprise, establishing rips
enabling new slavers to chaotically coalesce
marrows and sorrows of draconian drips
pulling the kingpin of an America quest
Henry Clinton punted the force
an imperial padowan
British genius of war
Commander-in-chief gov numbered one
Colonies flanked with imperial ranks
recurrent targets of global decretals
media’s mafias sewing confusion by cranks
international p-waves taken down heavy metals.
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