Caught in the gears

stiffening neck

the exploding of

ineffectual rage

 

The doldrum of

the anti-hero

emaciated and

bled bone dry,

caliphates of

indiscretion

make their

presence known

 

 

The strike of the

Pit Viper,

eyes of glassy

death

enumerates the

nature of a

fuse that burns

down quick

 

A steel trap

of fate,

becoming all

but one

of many killers

who walk

the streets

by day

 

 

Moving forward

out the back

sideways and

in-between,

It's a cloud

of smoke that

needs no fire

and it is

c...

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