Blue steel

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Blue Steel by Darmok 12/16/01 (for EvolovE) Work the metal, stoke the furnance, red hot desire. Beat the metal bend its flesh, quench the metal's fire. Upon the anvil face I my fate, to yield beneath the blows, harder and harder, my soul is tempered, never again to know. What was I to begin with, a small slab of steel, bent over, again and again, I am no longer real. Forged body, and warped for his design, I'm put beneath for shoe, to be trodded upon and kicked and thrown, beyond my body blue.Inspired after reading a verse from EvolovE. My heart goes out to all our friends, here, victims of abuse, or pretty darn close to someone who has been abused. Shaka, when the walls fell. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 03:52 PM PST, Darmok 0 • 1

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