Thanos Poem by Armand Miller

You can ban the player from the game,
but you never take their gauntlet.
The single item that holds all the secret questions and mannerisms used throughout history.
The toxic clutch on frail masculinity remains etched in their memory and even, occasionally, subtly the familiarity
Secretes from their unchanging lips; 'cause they know what they speak to be the buttons properly pressed in cohesion
for a fatality far more brutal than any Mortal Kombat game
could ever generate.
Silence is golden
but with silver's tongue tempered and poised, with ruby's burning desire flaring through ones eyes,
Opals clear incandescent shimmering through the minds eye of one who trained themselves, to be so god damn good
You find yourself saying exactly what they wanted to hear
It's because they showerd you with diamond words to hide cubic zirconium falsehoods
That's what makes them, being a game master, so deadly
They find the jewels through struggle, apply each to the right knuckle, and watch as you grovel at their feet to everything they speak
For they hold infinity in the palm of their hand
And your eternity in an hour

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