The Gathering
The Gathering poetry stories
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roah
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Intro poem to my comics series

The Gathering

The Gathering:

To gather round the freaking sows

Watching those without a soul

They are Beings dear to die

(They are Different than those with hearts)

Wanting not a scar to cry

but a blackened knife

just to bond with evil beasts blood

Showering off from my protection

Freeing my never ending satisfaction

wanting to take a hand

together in never land

wandering into sand

knowing about her love

wanting from up above

listen to the dearest tales

now without a sail

Paddle do i not

make the feces froth

om-ing i am a won

one to suffer no more

to the end i am un sore

gathering around once more.

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