Torturing The Tyrant
By crestfallen
Torrid tyrant tore toast of return to tiny tense tearsfrom preists eyes. True tyrant trudges final tremmor of tension to death.Sharp sounds of silence steal the stale isolation, stops stubborn jubilation.Fools fancy foes desolation, for forgotten fatesof forbidden penetration. Forced Fragrance of forgivenessfavors festering fears of faked friends, or foes.Besieged by rebuttle boast boredom, bodes ill,bodies break beside buds not bloomed by time butbetrayal in bed; eyes belie abortions, blistering byillumination of bearers fornication. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 03:14 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Torrid tyrant tore toast of return to tiny tense tearsfrom preists eyes. True tyrant trudges final tremmor of tension to death.Sharp sounds of silence steal the stale isolation, stops stubborn jubilation.Fools fancy foes desolation, for forgotten fatesof forbidden penetration. Forced Fragrance of forgivenessfavors festering fears of faked friends, or foes.Besieged by rebuttle boast boredom, bodes ill,bodies break beside buds not bloomed by time butbetrayal in bed; eyes belie abortions, blistering byillumination of bearers fornication...."