houris bombardier. striking
thunder
cloud;
mighty locomotive
roar.
mother natures
prison bars
pull no tricks.
keep me stranded in
"ooooo and awe!"
selective targets
are a must in this
aimlessness.
It
don't
seem so cruel,
unless the mood strikes me
like a
fractal nightmare
unleashing carnal
rage.
my oh my,
jeroboam dynasty in the
sky.
drunk with fierce contempt,
seeking retribution.
giving the groundlings a piece of its mind.
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