My Senses

My senses are sharpened

 The will has toughened

Into a planet I go

With a shadow of a dream


The darkness surrounds me

In destiny I stand

Come here little man

The slaughter comes fast


You are over your rank

The soul is a pawn

Why so aloof?

It is not dainful


Your pride may get wounded

So clinched by Repetition

My mind is in a whirl

Like thunder in a storm



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