Watching water drip down my fingertip
It falls into the cup below, and then the liquid starts to glow
Colors dancing and sparkle with light
The clear glass is filling, even more bright
Drip, drip, plop, plop, the water falls like a ticking clock
I lift my hand to try to stem the flow
But the substance continues to form and let go
Tears leak across my cheek, dropping free
I cant stop this beautiful misery
I feel power tingle through my arm
Releasing at the tip of my outstretched hand
I gasp, my breath slightly fogging the glass
The droplet pulls together, quicker than before
Then cuts through the short distance of air
Flying home where it will no longer be alone
I feel the satisfaction setting in, deep
As I hold the glass of colorful power close to me
Then I raise the glass and drink greedily
The warmth shudders back through my body
And demands to be released, I must set it free
I watch, as yet again, the liquid drips down my fingertip
The cycle wont end, that I know
I consume the power and then let my soul go
It cant escape me, but it can be emptied
Time after time, but it will always be mine













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If you crush the seed, from where will the mighty Oak grow?
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If you crush the seed, from where will the mighty Oak grow?
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"Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cunae sunt non
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus est non."
Liberi Fatali
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