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Blood to the boil, coils the venom to heat with ice -
Dark is the cloud to break thunder in my mind -
The blade to my throat, by my hand -
Harm not to harm ohers, alarmed by what I cast onto myself -
The tornado formed by the light,
breAth to a breeze -
Violence erupts, my soul is for no demon to seize -
Holy can only be, by the living of the unholy -
In the between is the phase of the living -
Shared by our race -
The human race -
Not to the lost -
Not at any cost
poem by Unic Cjonr
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