Fragments of their voices still piercing my mind time to set loose the animal and leave em behind..
Vicious overtones spewed from empty thrones be gone back to your dark places leave me alone..
Throw your sticks and stones I got bricks and bats eyes roll fists clench now it's time I attack..
Dead words, limp prose smiling toothless grins bare my teeth spread my wings and unleash some sin...
Thunder tipped quill dipped in blood spread on the page slip the dogs uncage all that pent up rage..
Oaths are made shake the earth collapse of all pride honeyed words formed intent from black places inside..
Anger meant for the mirror and ya shit that's clear born of fear flow your tears and back the fuck off from here..
I'm a bomb 'bout to blow a grenade set to explode rend some flesh blind some eyes leave em row on row..
I Stay!, get gone fools I own Strength and Pride Honor burns flames rise to eclipse their skies..
Bring on the Battle if ya got what it Takes no mistake rush your gates and make all your spirits quake..
Your words have pierced the armor and have lit the fuse cock the hammer back fucker now tell me how you lose.....
Hang your hate on my walls a prized timid beast stoke the fire 'round my kinsmen for your final feast..
Passion burns catacombs raise a toast to your dust 'cause I trust it's just talent after which you most lust..
Go ahead drive your stakes shit I'm a beach with no name I remain through your games ..ever.. more the untamed..
Keep your games and fuck you, fuck them and fuck this I see your razor-blade dreams through your self made mist..
Clench your fist but I'd run instead of just kneel 'cause no shit better believe it This fuckin Bomb Threats Real!!
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A contest entry
- Decisions Have Been Made. No Questions/ No Answers. ENTER TO WIN. by PassionsPromise.
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Comments
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big bomb. yay. great write. good luck in the comp.


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This Bomb Threat is Real
There you go blow the shit up
Good luck
Passions



