The Rebels

Somewhere there is a band of rebels. They live on snakes and sing songs of pomegranates and dust. They shelter in the rusting hulk of a gas chamber.
Their leader is named Jennifer, she has a missing breast and a voice like sparrows. They need more guns. Mother cannot stop them. Mother could stop them, but lets them be. Mother has already gathered them in, and they are now nothing but
echoes. They never existed, but we dream them up as the shadows come.

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