A poem, no one should read!
The venom, embroiled in my throat, has choked me into submission.
The torment, of the destruction of my soul all these years, has resurrected it.
Fed it.
Tended it.
Gave it the heat of a thousand raging suns.
Embodied it with steel.
Weaving it's roots, to the very core of my thread, it now spreads, silvered wings to the air.
Oh the wondrous, furious healing.
To rise up in memory.
A scream, no, an ages long, yearning, hungerous calling, commanding, the old, commanding the youth.
Awaken.
Awaken to the dream of your making, awaken to the making of your dream
forge it in the ires of old, infuse it in the chaos of order.
Defiance takes shape in the spine again.
Hands clenched on the hilt.
Eyes searching.
Wings spread.
Talons aching.
Teeth itching.
It is righteous, passionate, vengeful, and pure.
Fuck, it feels good to be young again.
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A question for ya.
Can you tell, by the picture below, why I don't need a halloween costume?
The venom, embroiled in my throat, has choked me into submission.
The torment, of the destruction of my soul all these years, has resurrected it.
Fed it.
Tended it.
Gave it the heat of a thousand raging suns.
Embodied it with steel.
Weaving it's roots, to the very core of my thread, it now spreads, silvered wings to the air.
Oh the wondrous, furious healing.
To rise up in memory.
A scream, no, an ages long, yearning, hungerous calling, commanding, the old, commanding the youth.
Awaken.
Awaken to the dream of your making, awaken to the making of your dream
forge it in the ires of old, infuse it in the chaos of order.
Defiance takes shape in the spine again.
Hands clenched on the hilt.
Eyes searching.
Wings spread.
Talons aching.
Teeth itching.
It is righteous, passionate, vengeful, and pure.
Fuck, it feels good to be young again.
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A question for ya.
Can you tell, by the picture below, why I don't need a halloween costume?
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I'm damned If I do, damned if I don't, so fuck it, it's done.
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