Rare Form (Poem)

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I’m in rare form
My form is so rare
that no lie is too great to embrace my warfare

No fire can make dust of the bombs that I drop
And no thief in the night can take swift with my plot

I’m a renegade
I give swords to your slaves

Chop it up before dawn
then give bones to your graves

I’m a hurricane
I blow hard through the chill

Through the wind and the rain
Make you run for the hill

I’m a psychopath
I don’t know when to stop

I can’t see what is good
So I’m bad to the drop

I am everything
And nothing at all

I go up then come down on your head as I fall

I don’t know what is
I don’t know what will be

But I know that the seed don’t fall far from the tree

Man I’m heaven sent
You’re a weed on my farm

And the harvest is coming
And the reaper is born

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