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fluently with fluidity
im flaunting a gift
given to me
i desecrate
by scrivening
altars of my enemy.
i decimate
with whisperings
of downfall nearing.
prophecies.
of which i am one,
yes, one of these
cutting the giant
at the knees.
felling colossus
with stones and a sling.
punches even after
the bell rings
a mirage,
a barrage of
attacks
ranged between
stacks of bricks
and laser beams
i was made to fight
i was made to bleed
and believe i’ll go
to my death
swinging

-m.p. 10/16/16

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