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Sarl

Gone I past the planetary galaxies Lounging on the back of comfy comet Whistling: here I go and i will be there, through fearful void The blackish abyss and eternal nothingness Slipped to the polish throne, His worshipful highness Salutation to all rulers, Emperor of the universe Bowed, I with head touching the feet Like Arabian knight revealing bronze palms Brought nothing but peace seeks I Fountain spring of the beginning and the end The breathing stones of Diamond and Jasper What peace! That refuses to manifest amongst the pieces On the face of the globe Should I squirt it, break it or relocate it Or manufacture brand new creatures That’s more or much realis most beautiful In all things With all bundle of brainy In quantum than Einstein? Sack shape head making the whole load Of body, arms and legs will be Like many ropes with clumsy clutching suckers And the eyes larger than what they are More than a dozen probably So that in haste quickly reaches the end of time And do what you are suppose to do, Rather than rambling, knotty rivalry that lead infinite Murdering the lads with your archaic missiles Hissing among bodies: I am the powerful No, I am the most potent No, destruction I most And all that; deceiving the deceptives Haven’t you heard? Haven’t you seen? That tap of my fingers like sound of earsplitting thunder-waves will cause hungred Earthquake to swallow up the minute world Spittle, because of bile of rage will outflow the ocean wave To wash out every nation Let me not utter the might of the suns When commanded will shrivel burn out The whole universe to cinders I have done it once With clapping thunderous storm as a memorial A teardrop for your incorrigibility Tower of Babel should come in as a remembrance Beware! Of the gradually broiling boiling anger Inside of me, beware! Warmongers Of the sneezing vomiting flu Stubborn fly that can 't escape the fly trap.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/16/2011 4:15:00 PM
Interesting work..I especially like the last five lines..Disaster could be in the making for sure..Thanks for stopping by..My husband is healing and so is my son from their surgeries..I am still in pain from my back..Thanks for asking.Sara
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