the Family Circus


The spawning of this…

an ancient, newly built, dynasty.

Omits glitter laced in martyrdom

facing toward mastery, caked with pious dictatorship.

It is placed upon an isle of baneful refineries.

There is no need to define an antagonist.

They understand who they are.

Alone, they are, the only pear shaped, placid matriarchs with a bronze star.

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