When TNT isolates loyalty
who’s fear would it be?
tsunami herds turmoil
by benediction
fission is literature
burying the forgery of memories
flares of oration realize
snapping slander,
scouring coal
tremors burrow
the suspension command
back to a charmed wasteland
distortion highlights
the bladed desecration
gritty circuits
stampedes the lofty horizon
formation ticks once again,
the slaughter will be blunt
and worship will be right
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Hey all here is poem 13. After this poem I am three poems behind There have been forces beyond my control and I couldn't write any poems. And then when I did have some free time, I had to work on my school work. Well I am going to try working on another. Find more poets at NaPoWriMo
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