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Mar 2016
I can feel the earth splinter beneath my

feet

Cracking, yielding to my rage

The pressure of my presence alone,

stealing the very breath from his lungs

Clawing and grasping desperately to cling

to his worthless life

Unable to breathe from nothing more than

the sight of me

The mantle of vengeance, soul-crusher I

am called.
Eric Jones
Written by
Eric Jones  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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     --- and Lior Gavra
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