strange, deranged, sick, twisted;
all of these must be insisted
for without one there is no other
such is a spawn without its mother.
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all-knowing azure strikes benevolent brown
and neither voice needs mutter a sound
words say little in Moment's place
presence forgotten in personal space
walls crumbled and defences unarmed
-- gravity relinquishes control of its charm.
Posted at 9:15 pm by Provocateur
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hold the Fury deep within --
it lies dormant
awakening only as the voice
shatters reality into a million little pieces;
causing the insides to twist
pupils to dilate and expand
vessels to constrict
and bones to rattle.
the whole wide world
now
at Fury's fingertips
suffering unleashed upon the world.
Posted at 10:25 am by Provocateur
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