Riding through the wastelands of tomorrow,
inhabited by blind beasts like you and me,
a spirit with its ride spurred by the howling wind
might come and seek my tribute to the god of war.

Well I shall ask for my sight in return
and then, once I have seen the destruction
of my mother by me, I’ll let him have
my homage to the crimson locks of Mars.   


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Published by Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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