Tempested, tyrant ed, monstering along,
I'm ten thousand nations, planetary strong.
Gutted, dismembered, the sliding dead,
they should have watched what they said.
I'm your enemy for now you've been told,
the criminal of me always takes hold.
So stay in my path, say what you want I dare.
Into my eyes, please come stare.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2025 05:04
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Comments1
A poem, a threat, a warning it speaks with strong words with a powerful force. Nicely written
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