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With booming roar and lasered fist
Tendrils of rain reach the ground to kiss
Seeded flowers growing from stone
Disillusioned, the wicked wind moans.
Fire ravages starless skies
Caught between are you and I
The rain beats down a deathly call
Yet I do not feel it fall.
A tired lover, rain recedes
And we're suspended in brief reprieve
Now you're restless and reach for me
But without lightning I cannot see.
Tendrils of rain reach the ground to kiss
Seeded flowers growing from stone
Disillusioned, the wicked wind moans.
Fire ravages starless skies
Caught between are you and I
The rain beats down a deathly call
Yet I do not feel it fall.
A tired lover, rain recedes
And we're suspended in brief reprieve
Now you're restless and reach for me
But without lightning I cannot see.
Literature
SCP Designs: SCP-XXXX: The Son of the Sun
SCP-XXXX: The Son of the Sun
-Update: This version is now out of date, and is only here for posterity. The final version has been uploaded to the mainsite: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3473
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a special 10m X 10m X 10m cell. Each of the cell walls are made of at least 5m of lead sandwiched between an internal 1m layer of heat resistant titanium/tungsten alloy coated with silica Aerogel and an external 3 meters of steel-plate reinforced concrete. SCP-XXXX isn't forbidden from roaming the facility (quite frankly, doing so would be impossible) but is advised to rema
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Columbine Kids
Hey there everyone, don't go and run
They're just here to have their fun
You've got no say in what they do
They are the gifed and chosen few
Don't try to stop them, they'll shoot you down
They've already destroyed halk of our town
A gun in their hands, a mission at heart
Ready to die, to blow us apart
They said they'd be good, and yet they lied
All for the sake of genocide
Hey there, teachers, get under your desks
You're about to have some special guests
Come watch the show, don't run away
The Columbine kids are here to stay
Why didn't we help them, thosep oor lost souls?
Their hearts were tainted and filled with holes
Why cou
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This started as a poem about the thunderstorm that woke me up yesterday morning, but somehow turned into a poem about the necessity of passion.
I think I may have made up the word lasered, at least in this context...
~Tina
I think I may have made up the word lasered, at least in this context...
~Tina
© 2009 - 2024 tina-go-lightly
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This is beautiful.