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Oct 2015
Teeter totter,
Canon fodder.
That's all that's left of thee.

These games of war,
Sings a silent cord.
Awaken on to me.

Brethren coded DNA,
False eyes where they lay.
For destined breaks the bonds.

The cannon fire,
Which you desire.
Left you crushed under your own arms.

So teeter totter
Cannon fodder.
While I watch you bleed.

Remember vengeance,
And your negligence.
Was fuel enough for me.
Manic Brilliance
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Manic Brilliance  28/M/Liberty, NC
(28/M/Liberty, NC)   
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