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Descendent (Free verse) by MacFrantic
Great gothic goddess birthed me.
I am living terror, see.
My gnashing quarrel bloodies the streets.
I find joy in manic feats.
For whatever end that fits my rage
Hellspawn I engage.
Eyes are those blackened eyes exchanged.
These mouths, strange.
Whatever damning, faraway curse I endure.
Comes in sunlight's pure.
Willing me to spell fate is my undoing
A catastrophe brewing.
I'll be sent oh so rapidly beneath.
I'll cut my teeth.
Awaiting the eternity of future sorrow.
Apocalypse on the morrow.
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