Slammed as if by hammers
All at once collapsing glamours.
Words purging
Urged from wells whose ends delve near Hades
Twelve men died taking soundings, never found ground
Handy dying underground, save few crowns on a coffin
My words are teeth
Let them sink in
Heed this, thin-thinker
No one cares whatcha say on LinkedIn
Replacing share button with one give you dignity
Better live nameless than live known in ignominy.
Manifesting infamies
Fates and furies fasten to my will’s rod
Shaking spear when destrier comes near
Forced rear, rider falls queerly
Bumper knocked him clear
Visor yawns open
Blood line drawn lobe to eye.
Alchemisland 
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