ills of the dead

I speak no ills of the dead but hope I’ll be the exception, for I am a faultline and do as earthquakes will,

tectonic skillsets that would easily go to waste
replaced with
magnitudes of makeshift cleaves
in the earth
running under your church
and castle.

Dare you speak ills of the dead,
and if not, the truth shall
rear its head anyway.

Not all God’s creatures are
created kind.

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