just a poem i wrote:
how it is...how it was...how so...and how could....
i inveigle such emotions...
as i am the executioner....mind body and soul.
with my stinger in the air,
and my pincher like claws ready to embrace flesh....
i kill every spirit...in every man i touch.
be it cosmic birthright...blood in the stars,
i am scorpio embodied-full on and no denying...
although i...
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