Tag: will
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Pliant Tyrant
Reality to me Nothing to awe at Something to paw at Poke at with my awl Only all I give is hell Reality something malleable Like kids hands rolling moulding balls of marla. Creation myths the mata Punctuation lips the fada Barely lift my bucket so much water Barely lift my blade so much slaughter…
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Withstands
Force eases nothing which kindness could not eke out Tender words leant fly a million miles Dismissiveness breeds myriad guiles Force pleases nothing save own strength Thinks nothing of a bloodringed mouth. Like rulers thinks lengths, of holdings and tenure Strength lends itself understanding I am but natural self upperhanding When meagre flesh cuts iron…
Alchemisland 