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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:
Flash rule: Sestina http://poetry.about.com/od/poeticforms/g/sestina.htm Bite of the Grind You! Take note of the Grind! Bite down and taste the blood Open your eyes and shake the rust Servant of Heaven we are a tool Tasked with souls to save, Bask in the power. Without your power, Succumb to the bite of the grind. Your light you must save, Don't spill your own blood. Keep sharp your tool Or infect the host with rust. Gurney rolls in, squeek rust! Ventilator, electricity, buzz power! Attach the cord, swing tool! Rough skin, rough eyes, grind! Ignore the sweat, forget the blood Do it my way, save! But no we can't save, Sickness wins, and we rust. We fought with our own blood, And it sapped our power. This is how it feels to grind. Merely a blunted tool. Hands are tied to the tool. How many we did not save? This weary slog, our grind. In our own tears we rust, Unplug it all, cut the power, Clean off all this blood. But now again there's fresh blood, Arm yourselves, get the tools! To redeem is true power, This body we must save, Fight through the rust, This is how we grind! With our tools we can save, Blood cannot make us rust, Power in all things, we will beat the grind.
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