brave

Stacked Haikus

Irish blood of strength
running through his sad-mad veins:
Genetic Soldier.

Defender of views,
not a slave to the norms which
fill our ears and screens.

He knows death too well,
yet still he remains fearless
as death is freedom.

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I sit here
waiting
sipping my
poison that
makes me brave
that makes
the truth escape
through barriers
I’ve built up

I transform into
a creature of
lustful longing
and I begin my
search for my
new victim

I seek and
walk my catwalk
zigzag along
the walls of
the pounding
beat

I see
I lock my
eyes on
I take a
shot of
clear liquid
and stumble
up to you

oh yes
YOU’RE MY NEXT