Smite him
He said with a force of a thousand winds
A stampede of proboscis mountains rose from the earth
The retribution cast by a dark mage
Bitten by a draconian magic devoured his soul
With stentorian blasts of bites
Fed upon his unholy flesh
Rapid fire of convoluted snakes wrapped around his decaying life
His body consumed with such vulgar lavishness
His spirit free with serendipity and as powerful as an anticyclone
Free from the imprisonment of reality and society
I will march on and carry the flag of freedom into battle
Long live my heart, my winged star, my eagle mind
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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