Patience Destroyed
Pale panes of melting ice
Mist up with breath
And drip, they drip
The panes begin to run
And begin to fall away
Suspended for a second for a minute
To be diverted or perverted
Barriers rotted
False words spurted
Tantrums, tempests, frustration
Aha! I am free
The rotted flesh deceiver
May I burst your bubble,
Slit your throat to save the trouble
I am the Shadow Reaper!
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