The bones of the fallen —
the very spirits that haunt this land —
are my kindling. Their inky ectoplasms,
my potion. With a bubbling boil,
this alchemy of justice I have created —
bringing death to the ones that terrorize
the meek — my will be done.
© Sarah Doughty
For the #MayBookPrompts – Library Of Souls
Sarah Doughty 
You go girl, for the 40 millionth time.
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Thanks so much! 😊 😊 😊
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Yeah, baby! Sorry, I was watching Austin Powers last night….love this!!
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Ha, no worries. Thank you! 😊
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I figure an enthusiastic Austin expression always gets the point across – less the bad teeth. 😉
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Yes! 😂😂😂
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Love the imagery of justice rising from the deaths of the fallen.
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Thank you. I thought it was fitting.
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Wonderful
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Beautiful, Sarah.
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Thank you so much!
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“Alchemy of justice ” This unique combination of words , made me realize that justice is man made , hence fallible. “Those who terrorize the meek ” again , it is perhaps only in Bible that meek inherited the earth. ” My will be done” that was powerful. I salute.
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Aw, I adore your comments. Thank you so much! 😊
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haunting and witchy! 😀
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Indeed. Thank you! 😊 😊
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my pleasure, always!
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Another awesome write. The world needs this alchemy of justice.
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Right? I thought so. 😎
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I can actually see you riding a giant black war horse, brandishing a flaming sword!
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Oh, awesome! Thank you. 🙏🙏
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l like the way you take a bit of solid romantic poetry, add the witches from Macbeth and finish with a slap in the eye from the Lord’s Prayer. Lovely dark soup.
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Haha, thank you. I like to throw things together and make things different, yet vivid. 💕
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You certainly did that 🙂
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Hello darling,
Long time since our paths crossed!
A little something, you may moderate;
Brittle bones, those humans
whom lost their spirit..
All while drifting throughout heaven,
their bodies buried
in the dead earth sand..
As i savour
their tasteless ectoplasms
mixing in my rum an a little laughter..
As i savour every moment
all while they terrorize
honest souls, quietly walking
about my land…
That is my wish!
kisses chris jensen (darkprince)
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Oh, nice! Thank you.
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Just nice?
What’s up?
Something wrong?
Would there be anything i could do?
kisses chris
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No, just constant migraines.
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Damn….
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Yes, exactly.
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Ooh… it’s so… witch-y. Love it!
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Yes! I adore this stuff! 😊
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Great 🙂
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Thanks so much! 😊
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