I am a shark. The lion with eyes in the brush. I am the predator, the creator,the dictator.I am passion, the reaching hand. I soothe others, I command. I accept, I do not run. I am the abbot,the rebel, the statue, the seer and I am the elixir of warmth but also the poison of winter.
All shapes wedge into place to reveal rough contours. I am raw, unrefined; however, unwavering I have an insatiable hunger that will not expend.
They are the fish, the deer, frightened eyes through foliage. They are the created, the ordered-They are the vacancy, the open hand, the painted faces.They demonstrate their cruelty to others, they accept instruction; unexceptional they run.They are the spiritless and godly, the sheep, the hyperactive retro-imprisoned.They are the vermin..
Feeding like journalists on the doubt and hope of the righteous.
All shapes wedge into place to reveal rough contours. I am raw, unrefined; however, unwavering I have an insatiable hunger that will not expend.
They are the fish, the deer, frightened eyes through foliage. They are the created, the ordered-They are the vacancy, the open hand, the painted faces.They demonstrate their cruelty to others, they accept instruction; unexceptional they run.They are the spiritless and godly, the sheep, the hyperactive retro-imprisoned.They are the vermin..
Feeding like journalists on the doubt and hope of the righteous.
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