In A Name

Joined inside,

are folded bent.

Can’t abide.

Killer spent.

Like his face,

you are here.

Now this mace,

needs your fear.

Dread abound.

Encased in stone.

Scar over ground.

To your own.

Enchanted protest,

forever in me,

and sought to digest.

Nothing be,

of this world.

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