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Rushil Mar 13
I rise yet again, out of a timeless sorrow,
Rinse and repeat my tedious work,
Like a ****** in the angriest of waters,
All to return home and prepare for morrow.

At some point my powerhouse malfunctions,
My wheels cease to move,
So I drink a hollow dark potion,
And reanimate my soul.

But one can go so far without resting,
And eventually all good things cease to exist,
So with a final blow,
I take a great fall and a stab to the heart,
And let my lids free.

But somehow, piece by piece,
I manage to build myself once again,
Only to have it all fall down,
For yet another week.
A WIP; a mood.
Rushil Dec 2018
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.

— The End —