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Originally Posted by namix
CHALLENGE:
10-12 lines, no more or less, dissing EGOs at war
while, more or less, alluding to "less is more"
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First kill, drilled and bored by a synapse's edge,
Watches as the filthy floor contacts his head,
Ecstatic, tactics bred by genetics- or perhaps the master's intent.
If only he'd known. Vessel gush, gentle flush of talent's lens-
A phallic lust tilts the map, blasts miniature figures sprawling across his desk.
Prince's calling. Generals and ledgers, adrenaline measured in conquered men,
The pen bends swords in their sheaths, lions to sheep, wolves in softest beds,
Peons and peasants lost their head when they 'lost their head',
It's consequence, and it's obvious the dictator found addiction again-
Triumph a high and defeat nonexistent, brushes with greatness had "drawn him in"-
But every life taken, death debted him a son nascent with a taste for recompense.
The identity of Gods stay anonymous. Within his city's walls, a thought collects...