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Sep 2022
It’s there when I need It
To forge into steel
The impervious tumult
Exultant I feel  
From the bowels of misery
Dregs of despair
From oblivion’s shadow self
Shrieking nightmare
Indomitable nature
Contained in the shred
Then extreme pressure
Pounds it
To unbridled dread
And impending doom
Drums
Like the thunderbolt
Stuns
And for powers that be
Or kids playing with guns
It becomes what awakens
And reaps ever-sleep
And for overlords weeping
Their demons as deep
It shall keep vivifying,
Reviving,
Igniting
Expressing itself
Like the muses alighting
And then
The crescendo,
The denouement drops
And forever the flow
Of its force never stops
Breaking down
The eternal fear’s
Molten blade mold
And it sharpens its bite
On god killers of old
Now embolden the brush
And the pen
And the mic
Then profess its soul stainless
Unto the last night
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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