Saturday, July 30, 2011

What am I?

Sluggish as a lethal plague, but certain as the Inevitable,

Obscuring the lines and dithering the colors on its way,

Lathering up tears of rage as it melts through every shield

Is a mordant sentiment that will all laws of reason disobey,

With all rationale forsaken, and every logic repealed.

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