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Frankie Jasmine
					
				 
				. . . 
THE CRIMSON FIST OF "THEY"
A nigrine and ashen aura 
Grips the hell-inflamed realm of "They."
Neither you nor I, nor man nor beast
Can birr the leviathon to retreat.
Withheld by an obduracy, 
Cancerous plagued,
Transgressor unrepenting.
A mass of "They" contrived as One;
The aberration sinking . . .
Smothering, gasping, suffocating,
Unconscious pang of "They."
Birth to deviation--
Now power to unleash!
Free!  Shed of dawn's first ray.
Gold of sun, blue of sky, white of dove--
Peace!
A time, an era, a place, and "They;"
Now forgive . . .
Cannot lose, can't grasp victory--
Alpha and Omega. 
Frankie Jasmine
Age 13