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A thread for my poetry, obviously. I've been writing a lot of it, but I haven't been sharing any of it. The last time I shared a poem was at least two years ago. Got caught up with other things in life and it got neglected.

Act 1: Inglorious Prologue Darkness. Pitch black and nothingness. All one would see on the TV set, no men, no women, no cameras. Just darkness. Unsettling darkness with a just as unsettling quiet. Until a voice cut through it like a well-crafted blade. "Welcome to World News with G. Gordon...

Act 1: The Score Prologue David, the manager of his very own American Liberty bank, walked into the room that housed the bank's safety deposit boxes. He ran a finger along them until he finally came across the one he was searching. Number 572. "Got it." He said, digging a key out of his...