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By coujeaux Date: 2004 Feb 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.02.22.14.29428]] |
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Greeting; it's sugarcane openhand hello, do pardon the residue, mere byproduct of my trade, 'Tis viscera of one before you, mistakenly accused me of inconsideration, now abruptly fileted. Don't fear weaponry from the hip, it's nothing compared to my lip; silver tongue, thirty weight, Only those concealing serpentine hiss in the drawbridgery of their kiss discover flipside serrate. A-trembling at a subtle hint, my every word seems to glint, lining of skyblue trapped in my jaw, Come, look closer, ever nearer at my intentions, much, much clearer; dual bicuspid jaggedsaw. Questions, so many posed of me why strike first when what I see may be but a shadow of doubt, And I say had one lived as I such incisions become companion reply; dirty secrets, cut them out. Hold your amputations in the air as a warning, don't you dare; this will be your reward for deceit, You would carve like from me if I were thinly-veiled, can't you see; save your vitals from repeat. Hear feral scream, conqueror's cry; he will not bleed you deadly dry; little feasts for a later urge, Think it proper to disgrace you by discovering how to deface you with a twofist braincasing purge. Most cruel is your retaliation, good sir; never expect of me to concur with use of such wicked force, An apology, my dear, for I was honing my rapier, the sound is deafening; choose your own course. Glow of a sharpened edge is bright, I believe my answers to be alright; some resist, others cringe, Nick me once, it's shame on you, cut me twice, I cleave you in two; no second guess, my revenge. Of innocent mistakes, I bear no ill, I am enemy against those of will; I suggest they be most afraid, Trained by being hunted of predators I once confronted, my conscience virgin casualty of this blade. |