Gush of Fluids without control, Systems Created to Guide it. Systems yield order-but on the verge of Anarchy-For anarchy swims in us all.
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Beastly Me
The beast looked at me Menacingly. Scary Horns and Sharp Canines-ready to tear my Flesh apart.I moved forward, He moved Forward, anger brewing in both of us.Curses Flowing effortlessly, as the spirit of Death appeared, flying in the Horizon.I charged into enemy Territory, My head hit the Mirror