Zoe Miller Beast
On two legs the beast struts Pride swelling in its chest Civility oozing from its pores Intellect portrayed by its stance In a lab the beast hunches Pouring over a tube of destruction Searching for the next killer Speeding inevitable deaths Flying high the beast soars Barking commands Ducking through clouds Wreaking havoc From a room the beast watches Bombs burying bodies Destruction devastating dwellings Buildings blown to bits On two legs the beast stands Pops champagne Celebrates its brilliance
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