blinding ray of light strikes, crosses her thoughts
They are insane, they believe they are God
They nurse illusions in very huge lots
They play power games, but don’t know the odds
He moved a finger, and said ‘Follow this’
failed again to see brewing resentment
“Forget your schedules, just give those a miss”
He cannot see a mind independent
She kills demi-gods, then all descendants
Creative Experiments and More 
She sounds like a force to be reckoned with!
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People are compelled to be in that position at times.
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Unfortunately yes.
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I do love the formatting here where the last line stands alone, like a volta in a sonnet.
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It is the epigram format which Sarah offered as a writing prompt. Thank you, Bjorn!
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They shouldn’t have made her angry!
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Absolutely! Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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Powerful verse, Reena!
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Thank you, Punam!
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slate neat great
but down i go too you
so soon
my dear
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*cheers*
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đĽđĽ
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