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Jan 2012
In the storming chaos of blades,
I fell upon the battlefield of malice and might.
The menace before me arching his crooked smile,
And whispering sweet everything's to my ear.

In the blood stained dawn i was born anew,
Even as his cold pale hands caressed my cheek.
Madness dripped from his eyes velvet eyes,
As I burned vengeful in my heart

I arose the, ashen angle of victory.
With the wave of my hands i burned them all,
The enemy that stormed forth,
And those I swore to protect.

A unfathomable beauty of unparalleled power.
Like M i became a great destroyer,
An Echelon by another name.
I am forever now a wanderer of valor.

The Great Antithesis of the Mashochrist.
This is actually a poetic excerpt from one of my short stories in the works called " Land of the Burning Chrysanthemum" I need to finish some of the project. Essentially this is where the main character finds a book  in a ruined village. He begins flipping through it and learns about the Antithesis one of the god like members of the Echelon that oversee and influence the world.  Wish i could post my novel stuff here but they are not poems so i guess not

P.S.- i still have a bad cough but i am alot better than you J.P.  and anyone else who wished me well
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