Morning
Glories
Divided
aims residing in life’s fountain
The
assassin at attention in attacking direction
Raised
anger virtually shaking
Thinking
of uncontrollable intention vehemently in the making
There are
my targets, I see their pictures
My emotion
elating as my mind imagines my motions
They’re
opposites to one another
Yet both
are mine to cover
Why was I
granted this honor that others see as horror?
I’m
luckier than thee because my universe encompasses double glee
But I’m
selective to a tee
I must be
lit entirely to make the kills satisfactorily
I’m
excited as I dress to slither against
They’ll
each feel me and smile at their senses intent
For they
made the first move and became my aim
Execution
upon both and the essences will flow in between, they’re ecstatic, now slain
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