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Grigori
It is and always was
a storm of brutal proportions
that taught my heart to quake
and my mind to find the others
I see them at the edge of reason
they whisper
wagging the tongues of mortals
I don't know who they are
I see them also
while I'm sleeping
A tempest brews
and then I feel them
while they peer at my soul
Like a vortex I open
then shut them out quite vehemently
They've come to mock me
in my sorrow
not quite human
nor in mortal form
What do they know?
apart from cunning obsession
taking note quite closely
with egos outweighing their judgement
Tasting secondhand what is served
a tornado feeding frenzy
They love my wrath
after all it's very tempting
I withhold my thoughts
until I can bear no more
then unleash them
I wish to ignore you Grigori
if you want answers
find a host who's willing
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