Manic

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Bearing steel.

It's ragged edge a source of pain.

So simple, a quick swipe away

From summoning the end.


Its cool touch diffuses

Across the flesh,

Toning down the boiling rage inside

until it's left merely a whisper

In the deepest corner of my being.


They watch it live,

Eyes in awe.

Speechless.

No one can help them

if they refuse to help me.


And so it clashes down,

Swinging across the majority

And I watch as they fall like dominos,

Mere puppets in my play

Until justice has been served.


Fall beneath my reign,

I chant, laughing maniacally.

Fall and never rise again.

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