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Push mine off the edge now,
hand by hand... mine victory,
temperately avow,
I'll be up in recorded history -
make sure those that chose to hurt...
wipe sweat licking upon brow.
swat away,
every filthy syllable you can throw my way,
ya' may never tear down,
what you ever shall see frown;
strength baring & collective of ten
thousand souls,
long as hearts' willing to go;
pummel body with as many stones one likes,
you're gonna witness a character with an intense bite;
I fail,
who doesn't?
lost count of a few dozen -
fall flat upon mine face,
make use of the mud & dirt
& eat the cake,
no morsel of gratitude dare not one waste,
merely sweetens the victorious taste;
gather what courage is stored within...
even tiny as an inch,
a bit of resilience may extinguish the fire ones in,
take the liquid from brow & drench;
skin is impenetrable as the mightiest kevlar,
can't break this chainmail -
no matter what you
swear will cause harm.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
