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It began the way it ends and ends as it began,
the wild kingdom has nothing on the savage world of men.
There's no science to the violence,
no cause for cataclysmic silence,
spilling blood not to survive but because they are alive;
when glut with gory glory they grow and thrive.
Ungodly havoc they do wreak
preying on the sick and weak,
and ever has it been
in the savage world of men.
the wild kingdom has nothing on the savage world of men.
There's no science to the violence,
no cause for cataclysmic silence,
spilling blood not to survive but because they are alive;
when glut with gory glory they grow and thrive.
Ungodly havoc they do wreak
preying on the sick and weak,
and ever has it been
in the savage world of men.
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But when is a god satisfied?
There is a whisper of a god beneath my bones
aching, ancient hands grasping
to birth itself from my wreckage.
I jostle it back between
the horrors tucked under my heart.
'Perhaps this is what it means
to have a body?'
Its voice hoarse
from years of neglect,
When I tell it 'no' I hear nothing.
The muffled groans of a god
are not silenced so easily.
'I must find my body,
you must give me what is mine.'
'I will give you nothing.'
'Not yet,' it hisses, mauling the forgotten
pieces of me: abuse and fury,
slick on its tongue.
Soon I shake with rage, curses sprouting
from runaway lips: 'I will give you
nothing more.'
It is then, I decide to
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The End
It's something we all have to face
Sometimes we face it with just a silent gaze
No emotions to be shown on our face
Feeling like things went faster than a race
It all comes to an end
It's something from which we cannot defend
Some face it with fear
Some face it with courage
But it's something that you don't have to be scared of
No matter what it is you fear
What behind you is the past
It might have gone a little too fast
But take my hand my friend
And let us walk down this road
And let us not fear
What is at the end
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-she has no wings
but feathers litter her floor
and she wonders-
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Horribly beautifully apt. 