Rage
By Lem
Tue, 22 Dec 2009
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Seething with rage in the twilight hours
Hearing your name in snowfall
I drink in the darkness to fortify,
Signify
Your awakening five thousand miles away
Long to claw the false illusions from the frame
Crush each tiny atom into oblivion
Salt of the seas to scorch your flesh raw
Manipulate like you underrate me
Until the vultures swoop to the dusty plain
And hear your ancient screams, spit out your poison blood.
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