Deep in the pit
The magus did sit
Surrounded by floundering
Excuses of skin

Un-nerved isn’t the word
I think quaking sounds better
Like an earthquake the shaking
The trembling beckons

In alternate life
He would be on the news
In refusal to give
He decides he must take instead

But no.

That’s not how it goes
To defeat poisoned teeth
You must go to the source
The fact of life, sured

Go for the biggest onces nerves
And the rest will grow fear for the floor that they serve



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