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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2011 20:14:10 GMT -6
Born of the spirit dance between flame and steel this heartbeat hammered into being against my will
Embryonic flesh twisted and folded, time and again; my soul slammed on an anvil, pounded, tonged and filed 'til my smooth skin gleamed in a fierce, sharp manner.
Crafted to butcher and murder; assassinate kings; and usher in new worlds-I bring justice and misery in equal, merciless measure
Baptised in blood, I am forever cursed with a wanton, vile thrist I cannot slake, no matter how many lives I take
I am the sword, manmade, therefore, humans are both my gods and prey...
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Post by sergosa on Jul 10, 2011 5:10:00 GMT -6
Wow! Great writing! Exalt. S.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 10, 2011 9:48:28 GMT -6
This is a "perfect" statement in the darkest words I've ever heard on war! "EXALT"
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Post by anirbas on May 18, 2013 22:19:29 GMT -6
Wow! I did not realize you'd read this piece, Heart! Thank you. Thank you very much!
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