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Feb 2014
What are you? Contesting me.

You are nothing, and firsthand you shall see.

Why even try? This power, you'll never be.

Run your blades, deepen the wounds

You'll never make me bleed.



These war scars are simultaneous of my wounds.

Immediately healed – for you never truly pierced me.

Impacts instantly cauterized, you enter My Hell now.

You were blind to try, prepare to die

This is gonna hurt, and all too soon I'll make you see.



Break the bones, slam the hammer down.

This impact is not fatal, as you've already found.

Foolish of you to try to face me alone, a lasting mistake.

I'll show you the power of infernos, your last gasp they take.



These war scars are simultaneous of my wounds.

Immediately healed – for you never truly pierced me.

Impacts instantly cauterized, you enter My Hell now.

You were blind to try, prepare to die

This is gonna hurt, and all too soon I'll make you see.

Your time to burn has come to pass, but not to end.

I'll see to it this fire never fades, my old friend.
November 2012
Devin Bardot
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Devin Bardot  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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