Who would have guessed it? No one suspected.
You, so lucid, so docile, so
meek,
So filled with scruples, so
bent on tolerance,
Never suspected of vengeful
bones.
But truth is a bitch who
knows no remorse,
And facts lie before us in
humbling rote.
You, in your passion,
committing atrocities
No one who knows you could
ever foresee.
Now in reflection I see you
rehearsing,
Running your lines again and
again.
No room for error. No turning
back now.
Focused obsession your only
meal.
Keep your head down and be
very still.
Become invisible. Don’t make
a sound.
Silence and stealth frame an
alliance
Able to bring down the
largest of prey.
Wait for your moment to leap
from the shadows.
Pounce with a fierceness that
overwhelms
The bravest heart, crushing
resistance,
Crumbling will like an axe to
the skull.
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