Give it an open space It will conquer. Give it time to settle It will overrun. Give it a deathly blow Its kin will avenge its territory It thrives on entropy Claiming the filthy field of battle. The brave and few Plunder the open The weak and numerous Overthrow the hidden It angers without pity Sickens without regret Kills without remorse A deadly enemy with infinite endurance That doesn't believe in surrender That doesn't consider compromise That doesn't listen to negotians This foe exists solely on full force retaliation Its primary weapon is insignificance Giving itself a title That is dismissed without concern That title is none-other than "dust"
Reason for writing:
It was a class assignment my sophmore year and it was inspired by Emily Dickenson's poetry.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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