I just passed by one moment
of mutual destruction,
the only sparks flying
from the mouths of green dragons.
And I have vowed against their reign before,
Allied with every warrior in this room with me.
My arms still ache with weakness.
The poison still burns in my ear.
But a cooling justice lies in my absolution:
that I can strike far better than I think,
and I won't give you time.
When I recoil, I poise—
And yes, I have recoiled, withdrawn,
subtracting one of the collisions
coming at you from all sides.
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Meh. I never post anything anymore. So I'll post something. It is a little venomous. =) I'll mention that so as not to stir up more dramaticousness.
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