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At The Hands Of A Champion

January 25, 2012
By Ladylikeinquisition145 GOLD, Montclair, New Jersey
Ladylikeinquisition145 GOLD, Montclair, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night... Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!...Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!" -Howl Allen Ginsberg

I can smell their rancid breath,
Polluting my home,
The stench like death.

I’m withered and weary,
They dine like kings,
My eyes turn bleary,
Clouded, it stings.
Only I, so cultured and wise,
Am worthy to cryptically,
Plot their demise.

The goddess, my guide,
Holds steadfast and strong,
My son and disciples,
Run into the throng.
I strike where it hurts,
They no longer stand,
I serve just desserts,
Oh, Isn’t it grand?

So while they fall and beg for relief,
No relent in sight,
I don’t cater to grief.
Goodbye betrayer, I hold you so dear,
I’ve won back my kingdom,
Your end is most near.

The author's comments:
Inspired by The Odyssey.

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