50 little soldiers
line up neatly
in a row
Mother’s Ruin
vigilantly
guarantors the flow
One
by
One
Serenely
they succumb
with eyes anew
Mausoleum
of the
malady
Parades with
ancient held
taboos
Marching through
the chaos
Devoid
Of any fear
Searching for
alternatives
Outside this fabled sphere
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