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Submitted:Jan 18, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


With rain pelting,
he stared into the eyes of the demented.
His cold heart not melting,
for foe's relationship with earth must be cemented.

With a flick and a wave,
a blade danced in the wet.
A close shave,
but no need for fret.

With graceful turn and heroic thrust,
the people were saved.
With one final gust,
the villain caved.

Amidst cheers and cries,
a saddened figure neared,
and carefully wrapped the corpse to ward off lies,
Ignoring the many who sneered.

Those who could have resolved this in peace,
Feared they could not.
And until Heroes of Violence cease,
Humanity will rot.


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