Author's Note: Something about ill wishes just scream those traditional three words of trolls.

Let me play Russian roulette with this
fully loaded noose wrapped around absurd
kicked out the chair just to sink to bliss,
but the tight knot snaps because of his words.

Words so clear that they taste quite muffled
like frozen lights dripping with dark fire.
Much like lit wrists taking life so shuffled,
yet these hymns still belong to liars.

Light up this truth beyond the fragmented
misconceptions that always must be
proven by general logic made dead.
Chain common sense to let it just flee.
Marshes bursting with the relative day
that is just a joke all slaughtered Grey.

-The Jesse J. R. Jennings (4-22-10)

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