Razor, Bramble, Thorn Child
You shall not slow me
to your 2/4 beat of destruction
I shall hurdle high over you,
Your highness, queen of disappointment
I shall prevail, in the
New dawn form of a creature,
who changes & morphs
into the red stream of power,
flowing through the mountains of
never-ness & nought
The river that flows upstream and
winds through the land of the impossible,
to where the globe of knowledge
floats in a glass of contentment
I shall prevail,
I will sail through the hate and
see the blessed sunrise
that you have sought to suppress
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Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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Author: Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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