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I do not know how many years I was terrified of the Titan It spit in my face the stink of ancient beer Clogged my nostrils with smoke and massive fingers As if to rip off my nose As if to crush my bendy bones in its fists All the while hollering For more And less And itself I only know that now I have seen other Things Than it Things with far more power than it Things that howl louder than The Titan I have risen to meet them I have looked in their eyes As I brought      them To kneel before      me Have brought them To know fear Soon I shall make battle again With the great beast from some hell of its own It does not yet know To be afraid
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
The Titan
I do not know how many years I was terrified of the Titan It spit in my face the stink of ancient beer Clogged my nostrils with smoke and massive fingers As if to rip off my nose As if to crush my bendy bones in its fists All the while hollering For more And less And itself I only know that now I have seen other Things Than it Things with far more power than it Things that howl louder than The Titan I have risen to meet them I have looked in their eyes As I brought      them To kneel before      me Have brought them To know fear Soon I shall make battle again With the great beast from some hell of its own It does not yet know To be afraid
Written around 7:00 AM, 4/19/20. Edits around 10:00 AM.
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31/Texas
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
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