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Weakness

Lay your anchors upon the pebbles where the waves barely speak.
Gaze onwards like wolves on a hunt, spare no scrap for the vultures, for it is in your nature to cull your own.
Only prey on that which has been hollowed out and thus cut from a ragged cloth.
The streets melt as torches of rage scorch the stone, blackening all it touches, where death follows.
KILL THEM ALL! Yells one,
Who? Yells another,
THE BEAST THE BEAST!
Nothing.
Where is our new home beset?
Atop a golden field?
Greed and envy rule that path, the rest has nothing to yield.
You think yourselves wolves, but wolves you are not,
A coyote is more fitting, plenty of tricks up your sleeve, the first rock thrown in virtue, the last thrown in deceit.
Once truly seen all shall bear witness to your deepest desires bent on destruction to all those looked up upon. 
Morality your weapon,
The hero your target.
Who will stand to fight?
Who has already forfeited the night?
I stand with might for the darkness will bend,
Walls shake as the world starts to end.
Crack!
The flood gates have opened, washing aside the clutter, men and women alike stand together, for that, for that is is all that truly matters. 
Reign in your anchor, lowly though it may lay, cast it towards the ocean and find a new home amongst the waves.

◄ Vengeance

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