Scales of War

Musings of a Murderous Mind pt 3

To be in a blood slip n' slide.

The thoughts of monks seep into my skin, stuck on my hide in crusted bits. So many skulls spilled, many dreams to drink I hear all of them. On the floor, on the wall, on me. They ask me, they yell, they boil. I answer you. I will boil them too, I will chew on their ribs, like you ask, for I am all. I hold and eat all, I will gain your power, they took it from you, I will take it from them. I know you want your strength somewhere better. I will eat it for myself, you and I will be sated. Blood speaks, I hear with my teeth. We will laugh together.



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