With the suns height, I've come to say
Against the will of the elder's way
For personal greed and selfless need
Out of care, and spite, and all between
To tell you of my deepest to wish
To leave behind my silent niche
And if from this your rage shall flourish
Then there is one comfort I can brandish
To sink your teeth into my flesh
And lay your anger down to rest
And so I ask my wish to dwell
Your one day shall be one day swell
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Short Stories and Other Creative Waste
RandomAh the wonders of 2018. It's been a long time since anything was written here. If you want something fresh (and probably higher quality) look for my newer stuff. A metaphorical sewage dump
