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The Cycle 5: Protected
Abusive rotations percolate
down; broken and cast away.
Warmth brightens in a moment.
Snapping heat darkens the next.
Even cooling age brings distant rage.
No escape from the Mighty God.
Hands cast out; reaching and grabbing.
Stones thrown in envious desire,
smash into hopeful façades.
Smooth faces burgeoning with life;
cast back into fiery birth.
Bright youth broken by wretched pain.
Hot, cracked, and without love.
Only shielding brother brings hope,
The Usurper; hated rival. Amassed;
gravitating influence challenging.
Absorbing spiteful stones of sterility,
a protector circling; back scarred,
power balances in the system.
Abused by their wretched God.
Copyright ©
Nathan Wilson
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