Berserkers Bleed Blood
In This World,
Hath man e'er will'd his own will?
Hath the genial face grow agen in age or otherworldly experience?
Why hath Man wield his sword before his word?
Why, Man must shield the wounds his words wield.
Why hath Man cradle his own wounds in the cocoon of the worlds's cruelty?
Why, Man must man-handle his own begrudged drudgery.
Man must descend to fight his inner transcendental entities,
For Man to ascend beyond the outer transcendental obscenities.
Wilt man e'er fight f'more than the thrill?
Before man will only go for the kill.
K.M.P
3//7//2026
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