to all those, my adversaries
I keep no sense of acquital.
your's will never be what is.
the malice of my menace
here to grip
your rafters, grifters
toppled.
no question,
i sank. mud around ankles,
my armed citizenry
screaming.
-war-
yours terrified; weeping, sputtering.
once, not enough
- again -
you will submit.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL