FS ( / continent A)

Liberation

You wanted to fondle his wings.
In spite of the fear and the hints.
When-
You heard in the twinkling Night
the call of his wounded Pride.
Then-
He took treasure
and carried away.
Like diminished mantis who's kneeling to pray.

Callous?
no, Not Today,
yet the teardrops are forced to obey.

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Now this slave of his acted out sorrow
will portray you 'a brighter tomorrow'-
a well-beloved dish of his worm-eaten rind
that was so often served to a virginal mind.

Now-
The fairytale story fulfills with the rage,
You see black abyss on this unsullied page.

He's-
Doomed to destroy
Damned for disgrace
like tenuous soul, lost in the menial blaze
left in Lord's inn where the bitches create
overcast pictures of Funeral train.

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