Razor, Bramble, Thorn Child
You shall not slow me
to your 2/4 beat of destruction
I shall hurdle high over you,
Your highness, queen of disappointment
I shall prevail, in the
New dawn form of a creature,
who changes & morphs
into the red stream of power,
flowing through the mountains of
never-ness & nought
The river that flows upstream and
winds through the land of the impossible,
to where the globe of knowledge
floats in a glass of contentment
I shall prevail,
I will sail through the hate and
see the blessed sunrise
that you have sought to suppress
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Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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