Seeming impossible,

To become,

To wield,

To be powerful –

Though conquering life

Comes at the weakest of times.



A blissful entrancement,

An emancipation,

Of the fleeting desire to become,

Colliding as one,

To the sound of death’s beating drum –

Laying in the ground in a rot,

Rotting to the sound of life.

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