Warlord of the 21st Century
Small visions
Staggering insolence
muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts
lay in feathered wasteland
Spinning tongues imperial platitudes
Right of passage misguided
impenetrable to the bone
The shake-up
Sharks teethe to flesh
an agent of defilable means
It scathes the soul
of the inveterate, the young
and feasts upon its own.
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