Challenge
Pen to the Paper 9
No plan. Just write. It does not have to be the first draft that is entered. Winner gets an internet high five
Oblivion
Heaven sent, Hell bent.
Small talker, drowsy walker,
Say those last words quick.
That tankish brute burst
Through buried men, alone, no...
With Legion rising.
Nameless forces sparked
Ember teeth squeeze blazing jaws,
Steel walls turned foe drop.
City dweller mood
Like kings men galloping free.
Marble Goddess sigh.
Drag them, torture if
You must, always torture, send
Those rebels to ruins.
O’ live lioness,
Prowl in sacred complexes,
Data mine, wander.
Smiling kindred cut,
Dragged to noxious country lots,
Childhood bludgeoned rouge.
Tyrant, lover, fool,
We’re nothing new, just reruns,
Awaken lovelies.
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