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Color Me Your Rainbow of Death Kiss me green, as I play in my sandbox of nuclear spindles, weaving the downfall of the ages with the innocence of a child. Touch me red, my fingers bleeding into vainglory's dally box, bearing weapons as my jewels, distruction as my one birthright. Turn me black, moved by your exultations of veritable truth, pryed from the throats of your foemen plowed down into their rightful place. Sway me yellow into eternity, my gaze seeking your own in a limelight of tragedy, melting into your idle mind. Author's Note: Finis! |