there is an eerie pause
before the rolling thunder cracks,
the coiled snake strikes,
the stalking lion lunges,
before two men collide.
fear sparks on skin
the world slows yet speeds
thoughts of death pull lips
into dry grins
prescience of metallic blood
fill nostrils
chaotic desperation clashes
with savage glee.
there is comfort in destruction,
seduction in violent acts.
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