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Feb 2014
This monster is deranged
A plague, faceless killing without a care
Bleeding itself dry
Repulsed at its own stare
No other hate could compare
But the words of an angel who is so fair……

Subside

A calm ocean breeze
BROUGHT IT DOWN TO ITS ******* KNEES
Only a solace alike could end all war
BUT NOTHING OF THIS MAGNITUDE HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE

Amazed, she is perfect and beautiful and the only
The only

One who will calm this beast
As it lays vulnerable yet not afraid of what its actions bequeathed
Bleed, it may deserve it but this monster doesn’t care
A million years pass by in a second of her stare
Unaware of what pain used to be
The rage inside did finally die
For now….

For now this abomination will continue to rest
Maybe gaining strength, preparing for the next
This harp playing angel circles him forever
Falling in love with the calm

Immortal tranquility seems so strong
Being risen from the earth so cold
Hated so much throughout his life
Who could’ve ever foretold?
“Not I” Breathed this calm monster

“Not I”
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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