the unknown toll (a soulless creep)

and then we learned that,

even after extensive recovery operations,
at least eight thousand corpses
still remain under
the
miles of soulless

tollless

rubble.

at least three thousand "missing" persons
are still being searched for.

but,
of course,

there are many many of our
sistren and brethren for whom,
all of the people
possibly missing them,

(that would if they could
still be searching for them)

are themselves,
quite naturally enough,
missing.

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but that's what happens when nation hooded "good"ing,

Demicon or Republorant,
"Liberal"
or
"Conservative,"

religious bent
or
racist laced,

heathen,
unspoked,
or
inflection untraced,

(reflection disgraced)

"Progressive" phobic,
Patriotic stroked,
or
(otherwise)
conscience misplaced

mights up its "rights"

to fund the monstrous blight

bidding all there is
of
selfless

shelfless

love goodnight,

and tells you
its
alright

to stain the Devil's rains

right down the drains

(those unforgivable

 cross vained plains)

that
rip to shreds

our souls to seep

(under a starless midnight
 that
 Martin first foresaw)

as gun totin' "law"
scribbles on that silent wall

(of manunkinding's
 final flaw)

Cain and Abel cabled...

irretrievable gifts

"returned to (ineffable) sender"

*

so lay thee down
and
tuck that spite,

muck that rite

for it's alright;

yea, it's all right

(verily "our" pride ignites)

to blot thine sight

with

murder

unto

"others."

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