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Apr 2010
Its ready to bust out
And give some knockouts
The silence has been broken
I no longer am unspoken
With each passing breath
The darkness envelopes  me
Standing by me is the Reaper
He stretch out his left hand
The Death hand
Calling upon my alter ego
The demon within
Ripping at my soul
As a tornado uproots a tree
My resistance gone unnoticed
I kept focused
Divided into two
Should I just let it loose?
The uncontrollable rage
Was seen in my face
My body trembling
Like a molecule vibrating in the air
The transformation was complete
All of life ceased...
copyright Randy Wiafe 2010
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
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Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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