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Man on a Mission
I haven't written anything for a bit, so this is just a kind of excercise to see if I still have it in me.
I’m a man on a mission,
Objectives of my own device,
Headed towards oblivion,
I peek at my demise,
Plenty of history to revise,
No need to think twice,
I am a man on a mission,
That one thought should suffice.
A single minded goal,
With presence of mind,
To see my own way home,
Even though I am blind,
And even when I shy away,
I can still peer from a distance,
And hold back the attack,
Aim it at the point of least resistance.
Once the lines are breached,
There is no turning back,
When it’s finally done,
Then it’s finally time to relax,
Kick back and watch the fireworks,
A Fourth of July by proxy,
Will choke on the noxious toxic fumes,
Of fireworks going off around me.
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What would your good be doing if there were no evil, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it?
- Woland (Satan) in Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita"
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