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By splatipus Date: 2002 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.20.15.43.30673]] |
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Her lashing tongue With venom flung Whipped him till he bled No pause for thought Her final onslaught Sliced the warrior dead Under scarlet skies Her bloodshot eyes Surveyed the mental carnage The pitiful remains Scorched by the flames Fuelled by her inner garbage A vicious battle Fought and won With no winner in the end A verbal defence A sad consequence The failure of her heart to mend |