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    We are His Scum of the Earth
    We are His Scum of the Earth
    We are His Scum of the Earth
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    We are His Scum of the Earth

    By F. Ghazi

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    F. Ghazi's second anthology of poetry and a spiritual successor to Beyond the Lernaean Fence. we are His scum of the Earth is a more focused exploration of human nature, delving into the darker parts of what it means to be human.

    Includes the short story 'An Affinity for Ophidia,' chronicling the pilgrimage of a polytheistic hermit crab seeking counsel with the leader of a new paradigm of existence, in the hope that the mysterious new prophet will direct him towards a dark, long-lost love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherF. Ghazi
    Release dateApr 21, 2015
    ISBN9781310028748
    We are His Scum of the Earth
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    F. Ghazi

    F. Ghazi was born in the West and raised in the East. He enjoys writing, and hanging out. He resides somewhere in Europe.

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      We are His Scum of the Earth - F. Ghazi

      we are His scum of the Earth

      Copyright © 2015 by F. Ghazi

      All Rights Reserved. Smashwords edition

      Thank you for downloading this e-book. It is the copyrighted property of the author and may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed for any commercial or non-commercial use without permission from the author. Quotes used in reviews are the exception. No alteration of content is allowed. If you enjoyed this book, then encourage your friends to download their own copy.

      This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are productions of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

      we are His scum of the Earth

      Crayak

      Iron’s Crown

      If I Could See in Stars

      Frigid, Snowflake, the Wretched

      we are His scum of the Earth

      Drode (The Sellout)

      Still Iridescent

      The Faucet

      An Affinity for Ophidia

      Crayak

      A bright red light shines through a dark room

      It haunts the dreams of an anonymous savior

      Who bears the weight of our impending doom

      A soul forever scarred by violent behavior

      Responsibility, the basis of his tragedy

      Fragility, a weapon for his enemy

      Crossed the threshold, saw between a world unseen

      Met the devil, became things he was never meant to be

      So every night as the nightmares pass

      With false hope that he’ll be free at last

      He is forced to look evil in the eye

      And count the minutes till the moment she dies

      It whispers,

      Soon

      Upon a throne, an extension of itself

      It holds the fabric of

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