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When it was destroyed, everything changed.

Finished the book, burning it now.

Dying seemed much cooler before now.

Aiming the scope at a planet...

 

What if I used three words?

Wait, stop! NO!

Oops. Wrong wire.

Get out now!

Explosion estimated in...

Evacuation failed. Noob

Posted

Fingers stained by the horizon, he painted.

Vermilion to his viridian, she died.

Soft lips appease the aching blue,

yet hope faded in marbled greys.

Red is the dying and loving.

Meat and milk on his bones.

He wanders pastel stained and sorry,

cried, "I am my father's son."

"I will always be sorry, love."

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So burn them. Burn them all.

They aren't people - less than dogs.

If they wish martyrdom, let them.

Let them sing their blasted songs.

Yearn for freedom? Settle for fire.

Tonight Rome burns with my permission-

For I am the only One.

Posted

I wish I'd got more sleep.

Why did she have to leave?

What does the fox say, again?

Why did we even bother with-

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