The Times

At times I write to express myself

At other times I don’t

Somehow my need of expression

Is getting more and more aggressive

The Me, has been opened

And the war has started

Nothing in the physical world can stop me

Those I interact with I consider kin and kith

On a level that will never be explained

My fight is at your door

Till my dying breath

I will not rest

Until I wipe your sentience out of extinction

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