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Bloodwashed squaw crawls to life upon green domain. Nails dig into durable soil. Brute force propels matron athwart across terrain. Nares discharge and embrace remote aromas. Labios emit strident reverberation from vocals of esophagus into verdant manors. Auditives revolve atop scarlet sensorium. Vunicle is flicked to rid pests from exteriority. Pedastals immobilize, anxiety on end. Retinas watch vigilantly for perils amid lush. When I search the depths, Inside my mind. I am aghast, At what I find. I pluck a string, Move them about. My own humanity, I start to doubt. My power for good, Is what I’d use. Now it is, What I abuse. They all are puppets, Pieces of games. They’ve lost freedom, Mine to claim. I bend their thoughts, To suit my need. Veiled thoughts, I plant the seed. My marionettes Around me dance. |