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Jus something I made up in a Chemistry revision class

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Submitted: January 28, 2008

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Stands tall and brave with fingers spread wide.

Crackling skin and a moss-like beard.

Each page he holds has talons tearing through its emerald grace.

Everything he speaks, unheard due to the horde.

* * * * *

When Darkness cowers over his mind, a stream of orange light trickles down his torso:

Artificial hope, my friend.

Even the bravest soldiers can fall from their post. War still tears them to dust.

For those sticks and stones that are brung to our feet:

* * * * *

"Tear it down"

* * * * *

And those men will soon drop their swords.


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