was it a dream
this
acrimonious excuse
tantrums
in tandem
i
am
the eye of the storm
no more
shall feeble hands
grasp
at sullen whispers
i
am
daybreak
these
haunting glimpses
into
eternity’s
dead eyed stare
come hither
and
taste the blood
from thine own
copious lies
for i am
your end
for i am
salvation
and know
from the blows
i shall rain down
upon all that
dare
cross your holiest threshold
i am
darkness
i am
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Eerily good
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thank you. I’ll always take eerily.
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Ooh! I like this very much, Mike. So sullen and potent and menacing. Very powerful indeed. Bravo!
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thank you. I was in a bit of a mood and the words came out tinged with anger. Had a protective moment I suppose.
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That emotion rang out loud and clear as the tolling of a bell. Just as that voice of authenticity is wont to do.
Oh! And you followed me. Thank you mike. š
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Community is important
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Indeed it is.
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