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  On those days when tearing at the sky seems better than singing to the heavens When fire-breathing dragonsĀ  morph from belly butterflies And angry scars scream for attention ...that's when I remember that a warrior is permitted to have... Continue Reading →

No Mercy (A Dark Tale)

Notorious was she Adept in killing sprees She was cold as ice And took pleasure  In her vice She was a weapon  Her sword, like a laser Her touch could deaden And it didn't faze her They gave her a target... Continue Reading →

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