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Sep 2012
The chrysalis cracked
  and what emerged

was deadly and beautiful.
I kept it
until the beast

could no longer be fed.
  Released into the wild
my child bred pestilence
  and collapsed every structure

brazen enough to stand
  in its path. Finally,
I could avoid my
  fate no further and surrendered
to sate its rapacious need.  

History will call me a hero.
Shane Hunt
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Shane Hunt  Saturn
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