Genom en ängels ögon

System: Kult
Deltakere: 1 GM, 5 players

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I often dream of huge, numb buildings,
jet-black, sinister architecture
being installed when nobody sees
their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice
And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one,
imagining its weight, its silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone

Metropolis

A body of black
that carried no reflection
defying its own room
un-earthly eggs of decreation
There would be colonies
mushroom-scattered, forever out of context
rising spores from a dying world
to pollute, to chase away what left
Sun-white, pulverised desert stone
and serpentine lizard mouths
pales away the pyramids,
rewriting 4 500 years of history
raping the statue of liberty
outplays the acropolis
inverting the fjords
invades the N.Y. skyline
to dream its own existence in one single, final word

Metropolis

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