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Who am I In their fierce and lofty exchange? Where I’m knocked around Like a whiplashed pin Teetering, on the verge of a great collapse
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Melodies Coalesce into brilliant shades Bleeding life into the sonnets That feed, my daily resolve
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Survival, will overcome my tranquil ways When the herd has scattered At the ramble of a gun Through a narrow line of sight I will stumble enthused, By the reddened hands Of untimely death I’ll be wielded by instinct Until I’m brought low by grief Cursing, the prey That shivers from within
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I have to lose my bearings Every once in a while Underneath, the fatherly scowl of the moon To burn from the inside out As anarchy defiles my blood And I dance with elation Again and again Tonight, I will join the afflicted In their final, jubilant voyage Listing in the tide Before we upchuck…
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Tragedy, tolls before the glare Of his iron sights Like a slaughtered beast Left rotting in the day, Before a waft of smoke And a guilt-ridden stare
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Board the windows and brace the doors While the light you’ve shed for so long Is swarmed by the night. It’s for the good of your own, Before the rising of the tide.
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Gone, is the boy of age twelve Who strode too far Into the glowering mist Present, is his fateful journey That has veered into mayhem, And forever out of tune With the chorus of his time Now I must depart from today In the mask of a stranger Enthralled By a new-found Blood-red horizon








