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LXXIX

July 30, 2013

The titans come—our walls will not survive;
they come, like walking meat, with mouths agape,
with tombstone teeth, and dull, unfeeling eyes—
the titans come, we cannot all escape.
Their heavy limbs like rubber pendulums
swung high and low from shoulder outward thrown;
they herd like cattle, drawn by flesh, to us,
and throw their brainless weight against the stone.
They’ve come to kill—a mindless, soulless drive.
The titans come—our walls will not survive.

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