Nice, July 2016

Sea rumbles, implacable. Unmoved, hungry, passive and patient, all unfolds before timeless bloodstained waters.
Tormentor abound, strife unfolds. Anguish awash, cascade across boulevard, drip, drip, drip down the sewer of souls wasted under heart of stone.
Fantasy of paradise becomes vision of Hell; young and old, rich and poor, none escape the curse of lies become enshrouding veil of tears. For nothing.
Futility triumphs and darkness descends.
For nothing.
Nothing.

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