Feb 3, 2011

a proxy war

Rustling in the long grass
Convoluting like a ragged road
Winding around misshapen hamlets
Fear inhabits its slick body
Gnaws like a blade into his flesh
A sightless ogre growls and roars
Reeling with a pathological pain
Of searing hate and raw guilt
Stirring in his animal consciousness

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