endless reverberation,
enchanted sour, soulless
station,
Embattled and bitter, but
the sword won't
fall,
Eyes locked, horizon fixed,
open arms to welcome
it all.
Soaked, crimson, entrenched,
battered yet unchained,
Awake in rage, wild, wicked, and
maliciously untamed.
Entranced, enhanced, limitless
to the bitter end,
Flowing with death, against the
stream, against the dream,
Demolishing this soulless trend,
This mind will never bend,
This soul will never blend,
Fuck your trend...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
5/11/2013
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