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Colonel of Truth
by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) The Colonel of Truth was upbraided by the General of Malaise today for rubbing the privates the wrong way. And the shadow looms dark upon fancy. An extinguished lark, a dying flickering illumination, a once bright aura, dimmed grim… moaning internally. Come now melancholy embrace the gloom, feed upon the cold black… writhe in anguish and seep into depression, endure the pain. Deep within the core there is a hunger for dissatisfaction, for surely if ever satisfied, it will be the end. Light will once again darken wretched desperation. A soul rises burning and sets burning, so cold… its heat is black ice. A fuel of the fire that enlightens. Warm is the heart that beats and is strengthened by such contradiction, joy is elation that consumes pain. The insatiable spirit… and its divided allegiance that is life. "But the ladies sir! They, they, they…" "Come this way… Colonel, we must manage to side step offensive maneuvers and defend our privates."
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