The Black Spot

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Softly walk,
The mounting storm.
Feast on the mind-
Converging swarm;
Screaming silence,
Buzzing air,
Fills the lungs
And pulls the hair.
On silent foot,
Attack the heart
Tearing, ripping,
Break apart.
Filling fast,
Will explode.
Past
Will
Soon
Break
Tune
And
Clash!

Molding with present;
Attacking the future.
Livid and wild-
Master of torture.





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