Terminal Velocity is reached
when my ferocity is breeched
mimic the foe of comman man
gimmick the whoa of countless sand
here I stand and there I sit
trauma clones to bare my fit
home is where I fell
anger...dare I sell?
These countless steps into oblivion
into my hell...do I give me in?
Flapping my wings in utter vain
my soul sings in a shudder of pain
God calls for my construction
while I paint my destruction
this picture of falling I foresee
while terminal ferocity gores me.
9-17-06
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