Ninety metal coffinsWere a few too manySo they only sent forty-five Little pots of steel.With swinging handlesTo boil men alive… Read more Gestundheit
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It was
All I had And now it’s gone Nothing left behind But silence and memory
Your Enemies:
Define your world And speak volumes, About your own inadequacies Heightened by hatred Forged in the fire, Of fantasies Displaying… Read more Your Enemies:
Tongue of fire
A spiral of fractals Tracing a sunset in the sky A whale’s tongue, of radiant fire That rises without end… Read more Tongue of fire
Fareness
A road less traveled Is always cheaper Than the highway Bends and branches Tracing white lines In tar filled lungs… Read more Fareness
Tighearnan John Kelly 