The battle

"it happens every day"

The stage is set
For a showdown
Of epic proportions,
He thought, as the sun kissed the morning breeze.

Little did he know
That the battle has already been won
When he bowed his knee to festering flesh
When the moon flirted with midnight hours.

And this time, without him suspecting a thing,
The locusts will not leave a crumb of his soul behind,
As they harvest food offerings,
Splattered over his altar of indiscretions.

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[Nisreen]

Veni .... Vidi ..... Vici .......

[kyam]

So revealing. Little did he know what the outcome already was decided by the plaque of locusts. Defined.